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Sweet head
(
David Bowie )
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin gangs
By the faggy parks and the burnt out vans
I've got 99 years of laying in the dark and I'm far too young to lie
I've got 99 ways to play my guitar it's going to pay me before I die
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 Mr. Bang o
We can give you sweet head
I'm tough as glass and clean as night
Well if looks can love we can love all right
I'm your rubber peacock angelic whore
I'm a wrought iron face upon the wall
I had 99 days of murder come life and I'm running away from it all
I got a bedroom every mirror in town they're going to claim me if I fall
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 Mr. Bang o
We can give you sweet head
Sweet head
Give you sweet head
While you down there
See my eyes of blocked emotion, see my tremble, see my fall
Traumatics thick and fast, your faith in me can last
Besides I'm known to lay you, one and all
Look south the way your mother dwells
If she knew what's going down, she'd give you hell
I'm the kind of man she warned me of
Till there was rock you only had god
You and I have a mutual vow we both like young, and we both like loud
I got pretty shoes and I'm kid and proud I'm street side out with my ear to the crowd
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
It's gonna rock it in your head
Shazam and come ball
With my guitar and Mr. Bang o
We can give you a sweet head
Move along sir
ho
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