Bowie Lyrics Generator - General (Vienna, January 2016)

Love cleans the mind
Power weird by mystics taught
Put a peephole in my brain
From the brow of a superbrain
Take a look at the Lawman
(Turn and face the strange)
God knows I'm good
Please come Away, Hey! [repeat ad inf.]
from the great salvation
Who knows? not me
Spitting sentry, horned and tailed
I'm not quite sure what we're supposed to do

The earth is a bitch
Where's your shame
'Cause she's hoping to score
And put the fear in a whole lot more
I need you flying, and I'll show that dying

And You Want to Believe
Things that happened in the past
Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff

When a nation hides
It's very catching
Of holding each and every life

For pushing ahead of the dames
We claimed the very source of joy ran through
'Cause if you stay with us you're gonna be pretty Kookie too
I slash them cold, I kill them dead
Your strange demand
And every time I thought I'd got it made
Not me at all
The same old painted lady
The Factor Max that proved the fact
Not me at all
shake up your bed

All the nightmares came today
See the mice in their million hordes
Got laid by a young bordello
He makes you laugh
The snake and I, a venom high
Holding hands with a queen
We were so Turned On
From the mountain called Freecloud
The supermen would walk in file
Then ask me how I feel

So I cried for all the others till the day was nearly through
My libido's split on me

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