Unwashed And Somewhat Slightly Dazed — текст песни (David Bowie)

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.