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Unwashed And Somewhat Slightly Dazed - 2019 Mix

๐Ÿ‘ค David Bowie โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Conversation Piece โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 6:19
๐ŸŽต 1357 characters
โฑ๏ธ 6:19 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 995470

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

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

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:12.90] Spy, spy, pretty girl
[00:15.72] I see you see me through your window
[00:24.90] Don't turn your nose up
[00:28.22] Well, you can if you need to
[00:30.60] You won't be the first or last
[00:38.77] It must strain you to look down
[00:42.13] So far from your father's house
[00:46.13] And I know what a louse like me
[00:48.16] In his house could do for you
[00:51.80] I'm the cream
[00:57.52] Of the great Utopia dream
[01:00.05] And you're the gleam
[01:07.20] In the depths of your banker's spleen
[01:15.64] I'm a Phallus in pigtails
[01:20.72] And there's blood on my nose
[01:23.38] And my tissue is rotting
[01:26.42] Where the rats chew my bones
[01:29.33] And my eye socket's empty
[01:32.42] See nothing but pain
[01:35.24] I keep havin' this brainstorm
[01:38.11] About twelve times a day
[01:41.55] So now, you could spend the morning walking with me
[01:45.88] Quite amazed
[01:46.91] As I am unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed
[01:54.38] I've got eyes in my backside
[01:57.78] That see electric tomatoes
[02:00.56] On credit card rye bread
[02:02.84] There are children in washrooms
[02:06.30] Holding hands with a Queen
[02:08.24] And my heads full of murders
[02:11.42] Where only killers scream
[02:18.40] So now you could spend your morning talking with me
[02:22.55] Quite amazed
[02:23.62] Look out, I'm raving mad and somewhat slightly dazed
[03:01.42] Now you run from your window
[03:04.55] To the porcelain bowl
[03:07.49] And you're sick from your ears
[03:10.25] To the red parquet floor
[03:13.48] And the Braque on the wall
[03:15.94] Slides down your front
[03:19.04] And eats through your belly
[03:21.10] It's very catching
[03:23.90] So now, you should spend the morning, lying to your father
[03:28.75] Quite amazed
[03:30.75] About the strange unwashed and happily slightly dazed
[04:03.21] I'm not following
[04:05.13]

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