Search lyrics

Typing something do you want to search. Exam: Artist, Song, Album,Writer, Release Year...
if you want to find exactly, Please input keywords with double-quote or using multi keywords. Exam: "Keyword 1" "Keyword 2"

We Are The Dead Lyrics - Diamond Dogs - David Bowie

Something kind of hit me today 

I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way 

People will hold us to blame 

It hit me today, it hit me today 

 

We're taking it hard all the time 

Why don't we pass it by? 

Just reply, you've changed your mind 

We're fighting with the eyes of the blind 

Taking it hard, taking it hard 

 

Related 

 

15 Huge Stars Who Were Backup Singers First 

 

NEW SONG: BeyoncĂ© - Spirit (From Disney's The Lion King) - LYRICS 

 

LATEST SONG: Fat Joe, Dre, Lil Wayne - 'Pullin' - LYRICS 

 

Yet now 

We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly 

They tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far" 

For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin 

For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy 

You're just an ally of the leecher 

Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck-me pumps 

And your nimble dress that trails 

Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails 

Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said 

We are the dead 

 

One thing kind of touched me today 

I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid 

Pressing our love through the night 

Knowing it's right, knowing it's right 

 

Photos 

 

Now I'm hoping someone will care 

Living on the breath of a hope to be shared 

Trusting on the sons of our love 

That someone will care, someone will care 

 

But now 

We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature 

Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell 

It's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell 

And the streets are full of press men 

Bent on getting hung and buried 

And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt 

Who sucks you while you're sleeping 

It's the theater of financiers 

Count them, fifty 'round a table 

White and dressed to kill 

 

Oh caress yourself, my juicy 

For my hands have all but withered 

Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs 

Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said 

We are the dead 

We are the dead 

We are the dead 

Writer: ,

Copyright: Song Discussions Is Protected By U.s. Patent 9401941. Other Patents Pending.