Текст песни David Bowie - Tin Machine
David Bowie - Tin Machine слова песни
Tin machineTin machineTake me anywhereSomewhere without alcoholOr goons with muddy hairTin machineTin machineTin machineTin machineThe zombies that I passThe guy that beats his baby upThe preachers and their pastTin machineTin machineTin machineBaby dollBaby dollClarity and prayerTheres more than money moving hereTheres mindless maggot glareWorking horrors-humping toriesSpittle on their chinsCarving up my childrens futureRead em pal and grinRaging raging ragingBurning in my roomCmon and get a good ideaCmon and get it soonIm waiting on the fire escapeIm not exactly wellIm neither red nor black nor whiteIm grey and blown to hellTin machineTin machineMake some new computer thingThat puts me on the moonNot this psycho-time-bomb planetPoised to meet its makerShake a legTin machineTin machineOne sick deathless duty to remain endangered speciesThey reach right out to touch someoneThen wash their crusty handsTin machineTin machineBaby dollBaby dollBlue suede tuneless wondersMass confusion-faithless bluesNight that spews out watchmenMopping up another fortuneFractured words and branca-sonicAnger trapped behind locked doorsAnd right between the eyesRaging raging ragingBurning in my roomCmon and get a good ideaCmon and get it soonIm waiting on the fire escapeIm not exactly wellIm neither red nor black nor whiteIm grey and blown to hellTin machineTin machineTin machineTin machineTin machineTin machineTin machineTake me anywhere