Psychomodo

I been losing my head, I been losing my way

I been losing my brain cells at a million a day

I'm so disillusioned, I'm on suicide street

I seen everything in every shape, seen 1984 in a terrible state

Seen you Quasimodo hanging on my gate

Oh! He was so hung-up and wasted

Oh! He was so physically devastated

He was young enough

He was well-slung enough, oh

I seen my own epitaph, I been to heaven and back

Was introduced to St. Peter where we was having a chat

I felt him losing his mind, I began to retreat

But Desdemona and me, we had a ball in a tree

She read my palm in a moment, it was shocking to me

We were so mystified, we scream out of fear

Oh! She was so hung-up and wasted

Oh! She was so physically devastated

She was young enough

She was well-slung enough destroyed

I been writing a song, we all been singing along

It's like a mild schizophrenia - wondering where we belong!

Sling it all out the window, start all over again, yoh

Oh, come into my heart, come and tear me apart

I want to be claustrophobic - got a passion ha ha!

I'm so confused, I wish I could die die die

Oh! She was so hung-up and wasted

Oh! She was so physically devastated

She was young enough

She was well-slung enough, oh