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Can't watch my television
Ain't enough science fiction? I'm scuzzied out of my head Powered down everything The static's deafening All wired up for the end Am I on top of the world? I'm crashing down on you Chorus Am I an Alien, am I an Alien I got this second skin deteriorating Still floating day to day I phase out wondering My spaceship wrecked my future home Synthesized and traumatized A disaster amplified My star burned out of control Am I on top of the world? I'm crashing down on you Chorus Am I on top of the world? I'm crashing down on you ... Am I on top of the world? I'm crashing down on you Chorus Am I an Alien, am I an Alien I got this second skin deteriorating ...X2 |
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If there's no hope no resolution to hope for
I'll be sad a little unwrapped but not so hopeless like I was Now that the worlds crashing down Chorus Oh Yeah, I'm nobody who never had a chance Oh Yeah, I'm nobody who never had a chance So decadent, socially wrecked a little sexually frustrated You crashed my car and burned my house now you're useless and left out Now the worlds crashing down Bridge I ain't coming around here no more I ain't coming around here no more ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARKE, GILBY <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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If anything could happen, I'd start on my way to heaven
I'd leave this world and all the thrills, like girls and 7/11 My families fine, my friends are all the guys on lives of the rich and famous Will someone meet me at the pearly gates and let me in when I start knocking Whoa, I wonder how I'll be remembered Whoa, How about a star on Hollywood Blvd? If I met God I'd smile alot I hope my hairs OK and my tattoos fade as he hands down my penance He said what did you do in 82' with that girl you weren't in love with? I said I was young and dumb Was there something wrong with having fun with one of your creations? Whoa, I wonder how I'll be remembered Whoa, How about a star on Hollywood Blvd.? I want a window seat I don't want anything to pass me It's a new parade it's Judgement Day for me What ever happened to the records that were going platinum Everybody just stood up and cheered and said the next big thing is coming So I dropped a lot of acid, just to hear what the Beatles were saying It's been 32 years and I really don't care, everyone's so depressing ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARKE, GILBY <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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| 3:29 |
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| 3:49 |
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My souls on the line, I'm getting tired of begging
The Devil's sliding in and I can feel my heart pounding I fear the new church and I worship no man I'm the lord of my life and I'm mad as hell for suffering I ain't breaking down anymore Like dead weight lying on the floor Chorus In my Heart Of Chrome, Surrounded by pain There's a method to my madness, survival by faith In my Heart Of Chrome, Surrounded by pain In my Heart of Chrome is who I am It's a cruel punishment survival in hell The power of sin is the loss of innocence I fear the new church and I worship no one I'm the lord of my life and I'm mad as hell for suffering I ain't breaking down anymore Like dead weight lying on the floor |
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I don't need the heat, I didn't ask for the power
I never wanted any trouble; I won't die a coward You would think monies satisfaction, it isn't freedom if you aren't free It's all just an addiction; you'd sell your soul for some peace Chorus Give me the Warm Country Sun Get me out of the city Give me the Warm Country Sun I need some comfort and peace I'm kinda used to this poverty 'til someone tells you it's wrong I kinda like my simple ways, I never meant any harm I got God in my church; I earn the money I make My children learn appreciation with every sweat I break Yeah I love my country and I would fight in its wars Says here born in the USA tattooed on my arm ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CLARKE, GILBY <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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This ain't rock'n'roll. This is genocide!
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was Todd Browning's freak you was Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal (Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are stabilized (Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch Just another future song, lonely little kitsch (There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow (Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow Call them the Diamond Dogs Dogs Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them, ooo Call them the Diamond Dogs Keep cool Diamond Dogs rule, OK Hey-hey-hey-hey Beware of the Diamond Dogs Beware of the Diamond Dogs ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BOWIE, DAVID <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP INC</i> |
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