Psychomodo - 2012 Remaster

Harley
 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 1984 in a terrible state
 I seen Quasimodo 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, oh.
 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, 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
 We were so mystified, we 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, be strong.
 Well, 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.
 Oh, come into my heart, come in and tear me apart
 I wanna be claustrophobic, got a passion, ha ha
 I am so confused, I wish I could die, die, die.
 Oh! she was so hung-up and wasted
 Oh! she was so physically devastated
 She was young enough
 She was well-slung enough.