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!