Back To Index David Bowie"Teenage Wildlife" Well, how come you only want tomorrow With its promise of something hard to do A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold Blue skies above and sun on your arms strength in your stride And hope in those squeaky clean eyes You'll get chilly receptions everywhere you go Blinded with desire - guess the season is on So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth But it's all, but it's all used up Break open your million dollar weapon And you push , still you push, still you push your luck A broken nosed mogul are you One of the new wave boys9 Same old thing in brand new drag Comes sweeping into view, oh-ooh As ugly as a teenage millionaire Pretending it's a whizz kid world You'll take me aside, and say |
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