We Are the Dead Lyrics - David Bowie
1 Something kind of hit me today
2 I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way
3 People will hold us to blame
4 It hit me today, it hit me today
5 We're taking it hard all the time
6 Why don't we pass it by?
7 Just reply, you've changed your mind
8 We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
9 Taking it hard, taking it hard
10 Yet now
11 We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly
12 They tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far"
13 For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
14 For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
15 You're just an ally of the leecher
16 Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck-me pumps
17 And your nimble dress that trails
18 Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
19 Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
20 We are the dead
21 One thing kind of touched me today
22 I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
23 Pressing our love through the night
24 Knowing it's right, knowing it's right
25 Now I'm hoping someone will care
26 Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
27 Trusting on the sons of our love
28 That someone will care, someone will care
29 But now
30 We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature
31 Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
32 It's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
33 And the streets are full of press men
34 Bent on getting hung and buried
35 And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt
36 Who sucks you while you're sleeping
37 It's the theater of financiers
38 Count them, fifty 'round a table
39 White and dressed to kill
40 Oh caress yourself, my juicy
41 For my hands have all but withered
42 Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
43 Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
44 We are the dead
45 We are the dead
46 We are the dead
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