Harley 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, Im on suicide street I seen everything in every shape I seen 1984 in a terrible state I seen Quasimodo hanging on my gate Oh! he was so hungup and wasted Oh! he was so physically devastated He was young enough He was wellslung 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 scream out of fear Oh! she was so hungup and wasted Oh! she was so physically devastated She was young enough She was wellslung enough, be strong Well, I been writing a song, we all been singing along Its like a wild schizophrenia wondering where we belong Sling it all out the window, start all over again Oh, 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 hungup and wasted Oh! she was so physically devastated She was young enough She was wellslung enough
wellslung, hungup, devastated, physically, enough