The Psychomodo
Album - 1974 - Debaser id 43499

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 hung-up and wasted
Oh! He was so physically devastated
He was young enough
He was well-slung enough

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 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

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

Mr. Soft, turn around and force the world
To watch the things you're going through
Oh Mr. Soft, believe everything they tell you
And be damned if they'll thank you

You paint everything so cruel
Comin' on like mister cool
Paint your face and shut the gate
No one's comin' home till late
Ooh la, cha

Don't you know, life gets tedious enough
Without this extra grudge to bare
You so slow, shift your ideas, make your mind up
In a jiffy, let's be fair

We'd all be taken off tonight
Turn off your eyes and shut the light
Oh, you're the most, you're so unreal
We'd all be dead without your spiel
Ooh la, oh, take it

Oh Mr. Soft, go to town and bring the dawning
In the morning on your way
Mr. Soft, put your feet upon the waters
And play Jesus for a day

You begin to hear them mumble
Spot the starman, ruff and tumble
Fight the good fights, sling your axe
Watch the speaker, lead the packs
Ooh, here we go again