Psychomodo

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 I seen 1984 in a terrible state I seen Quasimodo hanging on my gate Oh, she was so hung-up and wasted Oh, she 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 were having a chat I felt him losing his mind, I began to retreat 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'd 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, be strong Well, 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 Come into my heart, come in and tear me apart I wanna be claustrophobic, got a passion, ha ha I am 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, down and out