originally performed by David Bowie. Didn't know what time it was and the lights were low. I leaned back on my radio. Some cat was layin' down some rock 'n' roll 'lotta soul, he said.
(guitar intro). . (Mike on lead, speaking through distortion). Kids in their PJs. Big bowl of nachos. Another perfect day in Rhodedendron Park.. The sun is shining.
Spiderman, Spiderman. Friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. Is he strong? Listen bud,. He's got radioactive blood. Hey there, (where?) there goes the Spiderman.
(Mike on Lead). Do you recall those days of Sahara?. Shade was our ecstasy.. Pride was strong, friends true,. as the day was long,. and night winds blew cool and free..
Sad today. Sad today. Even coffee can't make it go away. I murdered my friends. But I made amends. And that is why I'm free today. Sad today. Sad to say.
(Jian on lead). Sad girl,. taking every cue from every ad, girl.. Hopelessness is easy when it's a fad, girl.. And being good is only when you're a bad girl..
It's too late to start a fight. But you don't care, you're always right. And I know how this goes. . You raise your voice and slam the door. You're telling me that you need more.
Arachnidella checks out flies. Sabre queen fertilizes young boys. Six foot fatal and dripping with danger. Gimme your urge I've got a thousand lives. .
I follow you but it"s not that simpleI'd follow you but it's not that simple. You're so contagious, You're still my favorite. You're disappearing act is growing tired.
i'm calling you off the ledge. toes hanging over the edge. if i were stronger. i'd pick you up. hold on a little longer. it'd be enough to save you. oh to save you.
Seems like the moon is full. And yet its only noon. A sweet familiar taste. Consumes me back to you. Back to you. I'm being taunted. Constantly tested.
Standing on the corner. Suitcase in my hand. Jack is in his corset and Jane is in her vest. And me, I'm in a rock and roll band. . Riding in a Stutz Bearcat Jim.
Angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting. And when I close my eyes each night, well I often hear you sing. Imagination's hidden book, you wrote it on the wing.
The way that you move makes me think. That you're a dead ringer for a rock 'n' roll singer. And the way that you dance makes me wanna create. Some kind of scene in your life.
Hi, there your friendly neighborhood sadist. Want to take you for a ride. Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry. Two tiny purple hands crawling out across the floor.
Too many people about. Telling me what to do with myself. It's hard to get around. Walking on soft, soft ground. . Well they can say what they feel. 'Cause I'm completely foreign.
(overend watts). . Still asleep, there's ringing in my ears. Hearing you, you don't know how it feels. You could have chose a better time. To call me on the phone.
I know you have a second love. Another one you're thinking of. What is there now that I can do?. I'll always feel the same for you. . Why does it have to be this way?.
On morning shadows you were ill-spent. "It's time", you said, or is it time you went?. I tried so hard to leave you. I tried to sleep, the hours you keep.
Sixty-nine was [Incomprehensible] wine. Have a good time, what's your sign. Float up to the roundhouse. On a Sunday afternoon. . In seventy we all agreed.