I’ve been losing my head; I’ve been losing my way
I’ve been losing my brain cells at a million a day
I’m so disillusioned I’m on Suicide Street
I’ve seen everything, in every shape
I’ve seen 1984 in a terrible state
I’ve seen Quasimodo 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’ve seen my own epitaph; I’ve been to heaven and back
Was introduced to St Peter, we was having a chat
I felt him losing his mind, I began to retreat
But 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 screamed 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 DESTROYED!
I been writing a song, you all be singin’ along?
It’s like a mild schizophrenia, wondrin’ where we belong
Sling it all out the window, start all over again
Oh! Come on into my heart, come and tear me apart
Want to be claustrophobic, got a passion, Ha! Ha!
I’m so confused, I wish I could die, die, die!
CHORUS
Steve Harley is a genius!