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 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