文本歌词

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
Now you should spend the mornings lying your father quite amazed
About the strange unwashed and happily slightly dazed
Oh oh yeah