Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed - 2015 Remaster

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 socket's empty

See nothing but pain

I keep havin' this brainstorm

About twelve times a day

So now, you could spend the morning walking with me

Quite amazed

As I am unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed

I've 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 your 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 morning, lying to your father

Quite amazed

About the strange unwashed and happily slightly dazed

I'm not following