LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeUnwashed 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 lastIt 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 in the gleamIn the depths of your banker's spleanI'm a phallus in pigtailsAnd there's 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, I'm raving mad and Somewhat Slightly DazedNow you run from your windowTo the prcelain 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 amazed
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