Lyrics: Steve Harley
Music: Steve Harley
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 and the mutti fowling terrible state
Seen you quazimodo
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
We was having a chat
I felt him losing his mind
I began to retreat
But quazimodo 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
Yeah
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
Yeah
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 hung up and wasted
Oh
She was so physically devastated
She was
Young enough
She was well
Slung enough
Oh