Swing It

Swing It - Steve Harley/Cockney Rebel

I been losing my head

I been losing my way

I been losing my brain cells at a million a day

I been so disillusioned

I'm on suicide street

I seen everything

In every shape

I seen l989 in a terrible state

I seen you Quazimodo

Hanging on my gate

Oh he was so hung-up and wasted

Oh he was so physically devastated

He was young enough

He was well-slung enough

I seen my own epitaph

I been to heaven and back

Was introduced to St Peter; we were having a chat

I felt him losing his mind

So I began to retreat

Desdemona and me

We had a ball in a tree

She read my palm in a moment: it was shocking to me

Oh we were so mystified

Began to scream out of fear

Oh she was so hung-up and wasted

Oh she was so physically devastated

She was young enough

She was well-slung enough

I been writing a song

We all been singing along

It's like a wild schizophrenia - wondering where we

Belong

Sling it all out the window

Start all over again

Come into my heart

Come in and tear me apart

I wanna be claustrophobic - got a passion - ha ha

I'm so confused I wish I could die

Oh she was so hung-up and wasted

Oh she was so physically devastated

She was young enough

She was well-slung enough

By anything