Iggy Pop - Mass Production текст песни

Pop/bowie

Before you go

Do me a favour

Give me a number

Of a girl almost like you

With legs almost like you

Im buried deep in mass production

Youre not nothing new

I like to drive along the freeways

See the smokestacks belching

Breasts turn bronw

So warm and so brown

Though I try to die

You put me back on the line

Oh damn it to hell

Back on the line - hell

Back on the line

Again and again

Im back on the line

Again and again

And I see my face here

And its there in the mirror

And its up in the air

And Im down on the ground

By the way

Im going for cigarettes

And since youve gotta go

Wont you do me that favour

Wont you give me that number

Wont you get me that girl

Yeah, shes almost like you

Yes, shes almost like you

And Im almost like him

Yes, Im almost like him

Yes, Im almost like him

Yeah, Im almost like him