David Bowie - Shopping For Girls (ChangesNowBowie Version) lyrics
[David Bowie - Shopping For Girls ChangesNowBowie Version lyrics]
Dead ring ash of extreme defense
The lonely groups of company boys
Snapping pics of scrawny
Limbs and toothy grins
These are children riding naked
On their tourist pals
While the hollows that pass for
Eyes swell from withdrawal
As he lies on a mattress
In a rat-infested room
Talking 'bout his family and
The cold back home
Between the dull cold eyes
And the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers, pal
Between the dull cold eyes
And the mind unstable he's a clean trick and
He's shopping for girls
A small black someone jumps over
The crazy white guard
Cranking up the volume on
A Michael Jackson song
Between the dull cold eyes
And the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers, pal
Between the dull cold eyes
And the mind unstable he's a clean trick and
He's shopping for girls
Where the frangipani scents the air
She mouths a word that breaks his stare
He grunts his reply in a garrulous croak
"That's a mighty big word for
A nine year old"
Between the dull cold eyes
And the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers, pal
Between the dull cold eyes
And the mind unstable he's a clean trick and
He's shopping for girls
He's a clean trick and
He's shopping for girls
You gaze down into her eyes
For a million miles
You wanna give her a name
And a clean rag doll
The lonely groups of company boys
Snapping pics of scrawny
Limbs and toothy grins
These are children riding naked
On their tourist pals
While the hollows that pass for
Eyes swell from withdrawal
As he lies on a mattress
In a rat-infested room
Talking 'bout his family and
The cold back home
Between the dull cold eyes
And the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers, pal
Between the dull cold eyes
And the mind unstable he's a clean trick and
He's shopping for girls
A small black someone jumps over
The crazy white guard
Cranking up the volume on
A Michael Jackson song
Between the dull cold eyes
And the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers, pal
Between the dull cold eyes
And the mind unstable he's a clean trick and
He's shopping for girls
Where the frangipani scents the air
She mouths a word that breaks his stare
He grunts his reply in a garrulous croak
"That's a mighty big word for
A nine year old"
Between the dull cold eyes
And the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers, pal
Between the dull cold eyes
And the mind unstable he's a clean trick and
He's shopping for girls
He's a clean trick and
He's shopping for girls
You gaze down into her eyes
For a million miles
You wanna give her a name
And a clean rag doll