Bowie Lyrics Generator - General (Vienna, January 2016)

But they think that we're holding a secretive ball.
And I gaze at my hotel wall

and bipperty-bopperty hat
As the boulders smashed down from the mountain's hand
Walk out of her heart
by the Golden ones
I would sit and blame the master first and last
Live till your rebirth and do what you will, Oh by jingo
Really You
Kicking back the pebbles
'Cause I wrote it
Can you....
[CHORUS (repeat ad inf.)]
And I looked and frowned and the monster was me
"God knows I'm good
Don't play the game of time
And really Me
Oh man!
We met upon a hill
So we asked a simple black bird, who was happy as can be
Give us back our unity

The same old painted lady

Zane, Zane, Zane Ouvre le Chien [rpt]
I love you badly,
We Want to Live
It's the freakiest show

I've got to keep my veil on my face
Of imagery
Don't kid yourself they belong to you

He brings you out in style
When all the world was very young
of Homo Sapien
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
and little is new
Because of you I need to rest
I'm not a prophet

that would have blocked Their way
And threw her to the ground
In which my thoughts would drown
Just my librium and me
Resting on our hands
And I'll plug a few civilians
"I believe in the Power of Good
Why didn't I say, no, no, no
why didn't I say, no, no, no
To the red parquet floor
And the Goodmen of Tomorrow

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