I been losing my head
I been losing my way
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 1994 in a terrible state
Seen you Quazimodo
Hanging on my gate Oh! He was so hungOh! He was so physically devastated
He was young enough
He was well
I seen my own epitaph
I been to heaven and back
Was introduced to St Peter
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 hungOh! She was so physically devastated
She was young enough
She was well
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 Oh! Come into my heart
Come and tear me apart
Wanna be claustrophobic
Got a passion, ha, ha!
I'm so confused
I wish I could die, die, die Oh! she was so hungOh! she was so physically devastated
She was young enough
She was well-slung enough.
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