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