David Bowie - Dead Against It lyrics
[David Bowie - Dead Against It lyrics]
Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh
"Good god!" or "My!" I cry
And die and lie beside
She is the apple in my eye
She talked to God, I couldn't cope
Or had hope eloped, a dope, she roped
This salty lie
And when she's dreaming, I believe
And when she's reading, I retreat
Can't believe her
Telling me she's dead again
Telling me she's dead against it
And deep my wound
Within for every second chance
It was thy tore
From deep within, despite the rain
My words are worn
She loves to talk into the phone
No matter who, no matter when
No matter where, no better than
The faulty line
And when she's dreaming, I believe
And when she's reading, I retreat
Can't believe her
Telling me she's dead again
Telling me she's dead against it