The Ballad Of The Adventurers Lyrics - David Bowie

1 Sickened by sun, with rainstorms lashing him rotten

2 A looted wreath crowning his tangled hair

3 Every moment of his youth apart from its dream was forgotten

4 Gone the roof overhead, but the sky was always there

5 Oh you, who are flung out, alike from heaven and from Hades

6 You murderers who've been so bitterly repaid

7 Why did you part from the mothers who nursed you as babies

8 It was peaceful and you slept and there you stayed

9 Still he explores and rakes the absinthe green oceans

10 Though his mother has given him up for lost

11 Grinning and cursing with a few odd tears of contrition

12 Always in search of that land where life seems best

13 Loafing through hells and flocked through paradises

14 Calm and grinning, with a vanishing face

15 At times he still dreams of a small field he recognises

16 With a blue sky overhead and nothing else