Unwashed And Somewhat Slightly Dazed

Spy, spy, pretty girl

I see you see me through your window

Don't turn your nose up

Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or last

It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house

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

Well, I'm the cream, yeah, of the great Utopia dream

And you're the gleam, yeah, of the great Utopia dream

I'm a phallus in pigtails, and there's blood on my nose

And my tissue is rotting, where the rats chew my bone

And my eye sockets empty, see nothing but pain

I keep having this brainstorm, about twelve times a day

Now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed

As I'm unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed

I got eyes in my backside, that see electric tomatoes

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 the morning talking with me quite amazed

As I'm unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed

Now you run from your window, to the porcelain bowl

And you're sick from your ears, to the red parquet floor

You should spend the morning walking with me quite amazed

As I'm unwashed and happily slightly dazed