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
So now, you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed
About the strange Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed.