I been losing my head, I been losing my way
I been losing my brain cells at a million a day 
I'm so disillusioned, I'm on suicide street 
I seen everything in every shape, seen 1984 in a terrible state 
Seen you 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, oh 

I seen my own epitaph, I been to heaven and back 
Was introduced to St. Peter where 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 scream 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, we all been singing along 
It's like a mild schizophrenia - wondering where we belong! 
Sling it all out the window, start all over again, yoh 
Oh, come into my heart, come and tear me apart 
I wanna be claustrophobic - got a passion ha ha! 
I'm so confused, I wish I could die die die 

Oh! She was so hung-up and wasted 
Oh! She was so physically devastated 
She was young enough 
She was well-slung enough, oh