David Bowie - Wood Jackson lyrics
[David Bowie - Wood Jackson lyrics]
Jackson made twenty tapes in a day
To give away a give away
And he play
The tunes they'd call creative when
They're running out of names
Heaven knows he's really torn it now
But the names it hurt poor Jackson
Stopped the haters in his way
Heaven knows he's for it
Sha-a-a-me! Hey hey
He was never quite unsure but really sane
Wants to play
Jackson stole twenty souls in a day
To take away a take away
He takes away and no complaints
Heart's upon his sleeve and his blade
Wood Jackson took the beating every
Day, given out, passed away, another way
Hey hey just wants to play
And how he played
The mob they bleed and tremble
When they're running after life
Heaven knows he's really torn it now
The words that killed Wood Jackson's friends
Were written on the wall
Heaven knows he's for it
Shame! Just wants to play
It's a shame shame
It's a shame wants to play
It's a shame it's a shame
Just wants to play
To give away a give away
And he play
The tunes they'd call creative when
They're running out of names
Heaven knows he's really torn it now
But the names it hurt poor Jackson
Stopped the haters in his way
Heaven knows he's for it
Sha-a-a-me! Hey hey
He was never quite unsure but really sane
Wants to play
Jackson stole twenty souls in a day
To take away a take away
He takes away and no complaints
Heart's upon his sleeve and his blade
Wood Jackson took the beating every
Day, given out, passed away, another way
Hey hey just wants to play
And how he played
The mob they bleed and tremble
When they're running after life
Heaven knows he's really torn it now
The words that killed Wood Jackson's friends
Were written on the wall
Heaven knows he's for it
Shame! Just wants to play
It's a shame shame
It's a shame wants to play
It's a shame it's a shame
Just wants to play