Snow blind, dog tired. Snow blind, and barb wired. Last chance in the jungle trance. And the fast step of the monkey dance craze. War paint, misty days and dizzy faint.
There's a lump in my throat and an ache in my heart. There's tears in my eyes, 'cos we're an ocean apart. There's nothing quite as real as being on my own.
All I ever need is the truth but I all ever want is affection. Masquerade as Jesus Christ and suffer the crucifixion. Lips that speak of love eternal, come heal my savaged skin.