Steve Harley - Psychomodo

I been losing my head

I been losing my way

I been losing my brain cells at a million a day

I been so disillusioned

I'm on suicide street

I seen everything

In every shape

I seen l984 in a terrible state

I 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 were having a chat

I felt him losing his mind

So 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

Oh, we were so mystified

Began to 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

I been writing a song

We all been singing along

It's like a wild 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'm so confused I wish I could die