She's had a psychotic dream
For the last ten days
She feels as if she's sinking
In and out, in and out, in and out of phase
She comes up for air
She think she's a queen
Starts telling all the choirboys where she's been
She dresses in black only for the occasion
She thinks she's a negro but she's only caucasian

She can't tune in
She can't tune in
She can't get off that bus
She can't get off that bus
She can't grab hold
She can't grab hold
She's a mess this girl
And it's time you were told

It's like watching my own dream
This is not what it seems
So calculated now that's infiltrated
In the harshness of daylight
I'm frightened by sunlight
But I know those night-eyes will keep me from harm

She can't tune in
She can't tune in
She can't get off that bus
She can't get off that bus
She can't grab hold
She can't grab hold
She's a mess this girl
And it's time...

Mamama mamama
Keep on keeping me from harm
Keep on keeping me from harm
Keep on keeping me from harm
Keep on keeping me from harm