Текст песни Bowie David - Sweet Head
Bowie David - Sweet Head слова песни
I try to break away from youFrom the spics and blacks and the gum you chewWhere the posters are torn by the muggin` gangs...By the faggy parks and burnt out va..ansI`ve got ninety-nine years of layin` in the darkand I`m far too young to lieI`ve got ninety-nine ways to play my guitarIts gonna play `em in before I die{Chorus}So bob your sweet headBrother Ziggy gonna playI`m just a bob-a-lectic hearGonna rock-it in your headShazam! and come ball,where my guitar-um is-a playin`We can give you sweet headI`m tough as glass and clean as nightWell, if looks can love, we can love alrightI`m your r-r-r-rubber peacock, angelic whoreI`m a wrought-iron face upon the wall..l..lI`ve had ninety-nine tales of murder-come-life,and I`m running away from it allI got a bedroom, every mirror in town,they`re gonna claim me if I fall{chorus}Sweet headGonna give ya sweet head(spoken: While ya down there)See my eyes of blocked emotionSee my tremble, see my fallTraumatic, stinkin` fastYour faith in me can lastBesides, I`m numb to lay you,rubbin` allLook south the way your mother dwells`Cause if she knew what`s going on, she`d give you hellI`m the kind of man she warned me ofUntil there was rock, you only had GodYou and I have a mutual vowWe both like gamery, and we both like loudI got pretty shoes, and I`m kin and proudI`m street-side-out, with my ear to the crowd{chorus}Move along, sonca-cho, ca-choca-cho, ca-choWoo!