Unwashed And Somewhat Slightly Dazed (BBC Live Session)

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 this house could do for you

For I'm a cream, yeah

Of a great Utopian dream

And you're the gleam, yeah

Of the great Utopian dream

I'm a bales and big tail

And there's blood on my door

And my tissue is rotting

Where the rats chew my bone

And my eyes are a bit tinny

Seeing nothing but pain

I keep having this brain storm

About twelve times a day

Now you could spend the morning

Walking with me quite amazed

'Cause I'm unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed

I got eyes in my backside

It's the electric tomato

On Craygar Drive Way

There are children in washrooms

Holding hands with the Queen

And my head's full of bird lead

Where only killers scream

Now you could spend the morning

Walking with me quite amazed

'Cause I'm unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed

Now you run from your window

To the porcelain bowl

And you're sick from your ears

To the red parkett floor

You should spend the morning

Walking with me quite amazed

'Cause I'm unwashed and awfully slightly dazed