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DAVID BOWIE lyrics : "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
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.

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