Unwashed And Somewhat Slightly Dazed
Spy, spy, pretty girlI see you see me through your windowDon't turn your nose upWell, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or last
It must strain you to look down so far from your father's houseAnd I know what a louse like me in his house could do for youI'm the CreamOf the Great Utopia DreamAnd you're the gleamIn the depthsof your banker's spleen
I'm a phallus in pigtailsAnd there's blood on my noseAnd my tissue is rottingWhere the rats chew my bonesAnd my eye sockets emptySee nothing but painI keep having this brainstormAbout twelve times a daySo now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazedAs I'm Unwashedand Somewhat Slightly Dazed
I got eyes in my backsideThat see electric tomatoesOn credit card rye breadThere are children in washroomsHolding hands with a queenAnd my heads full of murdersWhere only killers screamSo now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazedLook out, I'm raving mad and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
Now you run from your windowTo the porcelain bowlAnd you're sick from your earsTo the red parquet floorAnd the Braque on the wallSlides down your frontAnd eats through your bellyIt's very catchingSo now, you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazedAbout the strange Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed.