Sweet Head — текст песни (bowie david)

I try to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin` gangs...
By the faggy parks and burnt out va..ans
I`ve got ninety-nine years of layin` in the dark
and I`m far too young to lie
I`ve got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar
Its gonna play `em in before I die
{Chorus}
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy gonna play
I`m just a bob-a-lectic hear
Gonna rock-it in your head
Shazam! and come ball,
where my guitar-um is-a playin`
We can give you sweet head
I`m tough as glass and clean as night
Well, if looks can love, we can love alright
I`m your r-r-r-rubber peacock, angelic whore
I`m a wrought-iron face upon the wall..l..l
I`ve had ninety-nine tales of murder-come-life,
and I`m running away from it all
I got a bedroom, every mirror in town,
they`re gonna claim me if I fall
{chorus}
Sweet head
Gonna give ya sweet head
(spoken: While ya down there)
See my eyes of blocked emotion
See my tremble, see my fall
Traumatic, stinkin` fast
Your faith in me can last
Besides, I`m numb to lay you,
rubbin` all
Look south the way your mother dwells
`Cause if she knew what`s going on, she`d give you hell
I`m the kind of man she warned me of
Until there was rock, you only had God
You and I have a mutual vow
We both like gamery, and we both like loud
I got pretty shoes, and I`m kin and proud
I`m street-side-out, with my ear to the crowd
{chorus}
Move along, son
ca-cho, ca-cho
ca-cho, ca-cho
Woo!