I been losing my head I been losing my way I been losing my brain cells at a million a day I been so disillusioned I'm on suicide street I seen everything In every shape I seen l984 in a terrible state I seen you Quazimodo 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 seen my own epitaph I been to heaven and back Was introduced to St. Peter; we were having a chat I felt him losing his mind So I began to retreat Desdemona and me We had a ball in a tree She read my palm in a moment: it was shocking to me Oh, we were so mystified Began to 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 I been writing a song We all been singing along It's like a wild schizophrenia - wondering where we belong! Sling it all out the window Start all over again... Come into my heart Come in and tear me apart I wanna be claustrophobic - got a passion - ha ha! I'm so confused I wish I could die Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com