I'm up on the eleventh floor. And I'm watching the cruisers below. He's down on the street. And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo. . Oh, my heart's in the basement.
There's a little churchyard just along the way. It used to be Lambeth's finest array. Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz. Til the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot.
Ooh. . He looked a lot like Che Guevara, drove a diesel van. Kept his gun in quiet seclusion, such a humble man. The only survivor of the National People's Gang.
Ooh. . He looked a lot like Che Guevara, drove a diesel van. Kept his gun in quiet seclusion, such a humble man. The only survivor of the National People's Gang.
God is on top of it. God is on top of it. God is on top of it. . That's all. That's all. That's all. That's all. That's all. That's all. That's all. That's all.
Wake up you sleepy head. Put on some clothes, shake up your bed. Put another log on the fire for me. I've made some breakfast and coffee. I look out my window what do I see.
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie. . See the great white scar. Over Battery park. Then a flare glides over. But I won't look at that scar. . Oh, my nuclear baby.
Do you see that thing?. I'm sure it's love. Would you do one thing?. New York's in love. . The city grew wings in the back of night. The clouds are stuck like candy floss.
Better take care. I think I better go, better get a room. Better take care of me. Again and again. I think about this and I think about personal history.
I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you. I'm a space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you. Keep your mouth shut, you're squawking like a pink monkey bird.
I'm an alligator. I'm a mama-papa comin' for you. I'm the space invader. I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you. Keep your mouth shut. you're squawking like a pink monkey bird.
I know when to go out. I know when to stay in. Get things done. . I catch the paper boy. But things don't really change. I'm standing in the wind. But I never wave bye bye.
Burning up each others' love, burning up our lives. Tried all kinds of working out, miracle goodnight. Future full and empty knocking on my door. Ragged limbed and hungry mama.
I don't want to go out. I won't stay in. . Get things done. I catch a paper boy. But things don't really change. . I'm standing in the wind. . But I never wave bye-bye.
The sun machine is coming down. And we're gonna have a party. The sun machine is coming down. And we're gonna have a party. . The sun machine is coming down.
Ground Control to Major Tom. Ground Control to Major Tom. Take your protein pills and put your helmet on. Ground Control to Major Tom (Ten, nine, eight, seven, six).
The sun machine is coming down. And we're gonna have a party. The sun machine is coming down. And we're gonna have a party. . The sun machine is coming down.
Lucy, I know what you're going to, going to do. Oh Lucy, look what you're doing, I'm doing it too. Now you're looking for God in exciting new ways. I say trust him at once which is something these days.
Just look through your window, look who sits outside. Little me is waiting, standing through the night. When you walk out through your door I'll wave my flag and shout.
This is the darkest hour, you're 22. The voice of youth, the hour of dread. The darkest hour, and your voice is new. Love is lost, lost is love. . Your country's new, your friends are new.