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Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed (2015 Remaster) - David Bowie
Lyrics by：David Bowie
Composed by：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 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 mequite 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
Yeah yeah baby yeah
Yeah yeah baby yeah
Yeah yeah baby yeah
Yeah
Dance a down
Dance a down
Dance a down
