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