David Bowie - Unwashed And Somewhat Slightly Dazed lyrics

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 the 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.

I'm the Cream

Of the Great Utopia Dream.

And you're the gleam

In the depths of your banker's spleen.

I'm a phallus in pigtails

And there's blood on my nose,

And my tissue is rotting

Where the rats chew my bones,

And my eye sockets empty

See nothing but pain.

I keep having this brainstorm

About twelve times a day.

So 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

Look out,I'm raving mad 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.

And the Braque on the wall

Slides down your front

And eats through your belly.

It's very catching.

So now,you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed

About the strange Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed