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Rock'n roll suicide
Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall' is calling, it lingers, then you forget
You're a rock'n'roll suicide
You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clock waits so patiently on your song
You walk past the cafe but you don't eat when you've lived too long
You're a rock'n'roll suicide
Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road
But the day breaks instead so you hurry home
Don't let the sun blast your shadow
Don't let the milk floats ride your mind
It's so natural - religiously unkind
Oh, no love! You're not alone
You're watching yourself but you're too unfair
You got you head all tangled up but if I could only make you care
Oh, no love! You're not alone
No matter what or who you've been
No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain
You're not alone just turn on with me
You're not alone let's turn on and be
You're not alone gimme your hands
You're wonderful gimme your hands
You're wonderful gimme your hands
Ziggy stardust
Ziggy played guitar
Jamming good with Weird and Gilly
The Spiders from Mars
He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man
Then we were Ziggy's band
Ziggy really sang
Screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from
He could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'em to hang
Came on so loaded man
Well hung and snow whithe tan
So where were the Spiders
While the fly tried to break our balls?
Just the beer light to guide us
So we bitched about his fans
And should we crush his sweet hands?
Ziggy played for time
Living us that we were voodoo
The kids were just crass
He was the nass
With God given ass
He took it all too far
But boy could he play guitar?
Making love with his ego
Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man
I had to break up the bandOh Yeah
Ziggy played guitar
Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank weeps
To the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
In a drunken town fight
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who's born
On a hot muggy morn
By the dawn's early light
In the port of Amsterdam
Where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats
Only fish heads and tails
And he'll show you his teeth
That have rotted too soon
That can haul up the sails
That can swallow the moon
And he yells to the cook
With his arms open wide
"Hey, bring me more fish
Throw it down by my side"
And he wants so to belch
But he's too full to try
So he stands up andlaughs
And he zips up his fly
In the port of Amsterdam
You can see sailors dance
Paunches bursting theirpants
Grinding women to porch
They've forgotten thetune
That their whiskey voice croaked
Splitting the night
With the roar of their jokesAnd they turn and they dance
And they laugh and they lust
Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
And then out of the night
port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who drinks
And he drinks and he drinks
And he drinks once again
AHe'll drink to the health
Of the whores of Amsterdam
Who've given their bodies
To a thousand other men
Yeah, they've bargained their virtue
Their goodness all gone
For a few dirty coins
Well he just can't go on
Throws his nose to the sky
And he aims it up above
And he pisses like I cry
On the unfaithful love
In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam
Five years
Pushing thru the market square
So many mothers sighing
News had just come over
We had five years left to cry in
News guy wept when he told us
Earth was really dying
Cry so much his face was wet
When I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house
Favorite melodies
I saw boys, toys; electric irons and TV's
My brain hurt like a warehouse
It had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store
Everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people
And all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people
And all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head
Hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't a pulled her off
I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm
Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
And a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour
Drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
Don't think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We got five years, stuck on my eyes
We got five years, what a surprise
We got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We got five years, that's all we've got
Time
Time, he's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me, boy
Time, he flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy
Time, in quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time
The sniper in the brain
Regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain
And many other last names
I look at my watch it say 9:25
And I think "Oh God, I'm still alive"
We should be on by now
You, are not a victim
You, just scream with boredom
You, are note evicting time
Chimes, Goddamn, you're looking old
You'll freeze and catch a cold
Cause you've left your coat behind
Take your time
Breaking up is hard
But keeping dark is hateful
I had so many dreams
I had so many breakthroughs
But you, my love, were kind
But love has left you dreamless
The door to dreams was closed
Your park was real and greenless
Perhaps you're smiling now
Smiling through this darkness
But all I have to give is guilt for dreaming
We shoud be on by now (5 fois)
Yeah! Time
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