Текст песни David Bowie - Sweet Head
David Bowie - Sweet Head слова песни
I tried to break away from youFrom the spics and blacks and the gum you chewWhere the posters are torn by the muggin` gangsBy the faggy parks and the burnt out vansI`ve got ninety-nine years of laying in the dark and I`m far too young to lieI`ve got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar it`s going to pay me before I dieCHORUS So bob your sweet head Brother Ziggy going to play I`m just about the best you can hear Gonna rock it in your head Shazam! and come ball With my guitar and me soprano We can give you sweet headI`m tough as glass and clean as nightWell if looks can love we can love all rightI`m your rubber peacock angelic whoreI`m a wrought iron face upon the wallI had ninety-nine years of murder called life and I`m running away from it allI got a bedroom, every mirror in town they`re going to claim me if I fallCHORUSSweet head, give you sweet head(spoken: while ya down there)See my eyes of blocked emotion, see my tremble, see my fallTraumatics thick and fast, your faith in me can lastBesides I`m known to lay you, one and allLook south the way your mother dwellsIf she knew what`s going down, she`d give you hellI`m the kind of man she warned me ofTill there was rock, you only had godYou and I have a mutual vowWe both like young, and we both like loudI got pretty shoes, and I`m kid and proudI`m street side out with my ear to the crowdCHORUSMove along, sir!