David Bowie - Tin Machine текст песни

Tin machine

Tin machine

Take me anywhere

Somewhere without alcohol

Or goons with muddy hair

Tin machine

Tin machine

Tin machine

Tin machine

The zombies that I pass

The guy that beats his baby up

The preachers and their past

Tin machine

Tin machine

Tin machine

Baby doll

Baby doll

Clarity and prayer

Theres more than money moving here

Theres mindless maggot glare

Working horrors-humping tories

Spittle on their chins

Carving up my childrens future

Read em pal and grin

Raging raging raging

Burning in my room

Cmon and get a good idea

Cmon and get it soon

Im waiting on the fire escape

Im not exactly well

Im neither red nor black nor white

Im grey and blown to hell

Tin machine

Tin machine

Make some new computer thing

That puts me on the moon

Not this psycho-time-bomb planet

Poised to meet its maker

Shake a leg

Tin machine

Tin machine

One sick deathless duty to remain endangered species

They reach right out to touch someone

Then wash their crusty hands

Tin machine

Tin machine

Baby doll

Baby doll

Blue suede tuneless wonders

Mass confusion-faithless blues

Night that spews out watchmen

Mopping up another fortune

Fractured words and branca-sonic

Anger trapped behind locked doors

And right between the eyes

Raging raging raging

Burning in my room

Cmon and get a good idea

Cmon and get it soon

Im waiting on the fire escape

Im not exactly well

Im neither red nor black nor white

Im grey and blown to hell

Tin machine

Tin machine

Tin machine

Tin machine

Tin machine

Tin machine

Tin machine

Take me anywhere