F G Dm I’ve been losing my head; I’ve been losing my way Em F I’ve been losing my brain cells at a million a day G F I’m so disillusioned I’m on Suicide Street F G Dm I’ve seen everything, in every shape Em F I’ve seen 1984 in a terrible state G F I’ve seen Quasimodo hanging on my gate G F Oh! He was so hung-up and wasted G F Oh! He was so physically devastated Em Dm Dm / Em / F / G He was young enough, he was well-slung enough F G Dm I’ve seen my own epitaph; I’ve been to heaven and back Em F Was introduced to St Peter, we was having a chat G F I felt him losing his mind, I began to retreat F G Dm But Desdemona and me, we had a ball in a tree Em F She read my palm in a moment, it was shocking to me G F We were so mystified, we screamed out of fear G F Oh! She was so hung-up and wasted G F Oh! She was so physically devastated Em Dm Dm / Em / F / G She was young enough, she was well-slung enough DESTROYED! F G Dm I been writing a song, you all be singin’ along? Em F It’s like a mild schizophrenia, wondrin’ where we belong G F Sling it all out the window, start all over again F G Dm Oh! Come on into my heart, come and tear me apart Em F Want to be claustrophobic, got a passion, Ha! Ha! G F I’m so confused, I wish I could die, die, die! CHORUS Steve Harley is a genius!