Bowie Lyrics Generator - General (Vienna, January 2016)

And a funny old crib on which the paint won't dry

Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold
He's in the best selling show
Look out, I'm raving mad and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
I might just slip away
Just a mortal

the ticket pawned

for the Homo Superior
God knows I'm good
Look out my window and what do I see
read a treasured dream

And threw her to the ground
And a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old lady
He could be You
I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
Of dream reality
Blankets smoke into the room
We let him fill Our needs
And I'd rather play here
the ticket pawned

The writing's on the wall
It's about to be writ again
Pretty soon now you're gonna get older
As the merchandise exchanged and money roared
With a voice like sand and glue
For which my reputation swept back home in drag
Far above the world
To the far side of town
My friends talk
read a treasured dream
I was vaguely half asleep
And as the sunrise stream
About a strange young man
You've left us up to our necks in it
Who praised Their efforts
There are children in washrooms
And her face was white with fear in case her actions were observed
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
To the seat with the clearest view
And I asked "Why not?" and I replied "I don't know"
(Where can the horizon lie
Solemn faced
Soon you'll grow so take a chance

With a voice like sand and glue
I'll bomb them out from under the beds

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