Dazed All of my blood on the pillow And she says, It's late, you must go If we meet again try not to faint in my hallway And don't throw my mirror around Seven years of bad luck coming round Ambulance for one I've had all I can take What pretty shapes these lines make Have you met my friend He says his name is Tim Take him home and k** him Dances in rain in the garden He's laughing with his membranes all torn And a great battered face leers back at me from the mirror Melting in the heat and the noise Yes, I think I'll crack now Ambulance for one I've had all I can take What gloomy shapes her thighs make Have you met my friend He says his name is Tim Take him home and k** him