David Bowie - "Unwashed Somewhat Slightly Dazed" lyrics

Spy, spy, pretty girl

I see you see me through your window
Dont turn your nose up

Well, you can if you need to, you wont be the first or last

It must strain you to look down so far from your fathers house

And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you

Im the cream

Of the great utopia dream

And youre in the gleam

In the depths of your bankers splean

Im a phallus in pigtails

And theres blood on my nose

And my tissue is rotting

Where the reats chew my bones

And my eye sockets empty

I keep having this brainstorm
See nothing but pain

About twelve times a day

So now, you could spend the morning walking with me
Quite amazed

As I am unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed

I got eyes in my backside
That see electric tomatos

On credit card rye bread
There are children in washrooms

Holding hands with a queen
And my heads full of murders

Where only killers scream

So now you could spend your morning talking with me

Quite amazed

Look out, Im raving mad and somewhat slightly dazed

Now you run from your window

To the prcelain bowl

And youre sick from your ears
To the red parquet floor

And the braque on the wall

Slides down your front
And eats through your belly

Its very catching

So now, you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed

About the stramge unwashed and happily slightly dazed.