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 in the gleam
In the depths of your banker´s splean

I´m a phallus in pigtails
And there´s blood on my nose
And my tissue is rotting
Where the reats 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 am Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed

I got eyes in my backside
That see electric tomatos
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 mornings lying to your father quite amazed
About the stramge Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed.