Steve Harley - Psychomodo

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