David Bowie - Unwashed & Somewhat Slightly Dazed Lyrics
Spy, spy, pretty girlI see you see me through your windowDont turn your nose upWell, you can if you need to, you wont be the first or lastIt must strain you to look down so far from your fathers houseAnd I know what a louse like me in his house could do for youIm the creamOf the great utopia dreamAnd youre in the gleamIn the depths of your bankers spleanIm a phallus in pigtailsAnd theres blood on my noseAnd my tissue is rottingWhere the reats 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 meQuite amazedAs I am unwashed and somewhat slightly dazedI got eyes in my backsideThat see electric tomatosOn credit card rye breadThere are children in washroomsHolding hands with a queenAnd my heads full of murdersWhere only killers screamSo now you could spend your morning talking with meQuite amazedLook out, Im raving mad and somewhat slightly dazedNow you run from your windowTo the prcelain bowlAnd youre sick from your earsTo the red parquet floorAnd the braque on the wallSlides down your frontAnd eats through your bellyIts very catchingSo now, you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazedAbout the stramge unwashed and happily slightly dazed.
