Текст песни David Bowie - Unwashed And Somewhat Slightly Dazed
David Bowie - Unwashed And Somewhat Slightly Dazed слова песни
Spy, spy, pretty girlI see you see me through your windowDon`t turn your nose upWell, you can if you need to, you won`t be the first or lastIt must strain you to look down so far from your father`s houseAnd I know what a louse like me in his house could do for youI`m the CreamOf the Great Utopia DreamAnd you`re the gleamIn the depths of your banker`s spleenI`m a phallus in pigtailsAnd there`s blood on my noseAnd my tissue is rottingWhere the rats chew my bonesAnd my eye sockets emptySee nothing but painI keep having this brainstorm About twelve times a daySo now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazedAs I`m Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly DazedI got eyes in my backsideThat see electric tomatoesOn credit card rye breadThere are children in washroomsHolding hands with a queenAnd my heads full of murdersWhere only killers screamSo now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazedLook out, I`m raving mad and Somewhat Slightly DazedNow you run from your windowTo the porcelain bowlAnd you`re sick from your earsTo the red parquet floorAnd the Braque on the wallSlides down your frontAnd eats through your bellyIt`s very catchingSo now, you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazedAbout the strange Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed.