We Are The Dead (1999 Digital Remaster)-David Bowie

[ti:We Are The Dead] [ar:David Bowie] [al:Diamond Dogs] [by:] [offset:0] [00:16.36]Something kind of hit me today [00:21.16]I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way [00:30.63]People will hold us to blame [00:35.38]It hit me today it hit me today [00:44.20]We're taking it hard all the time [00:49.38]Why don't we pass it by [00:52.63]Just reply you've changed your mind [00:58.02]We're fighting with the eyes of the blind [01:03.35]Taking it hard taking it hard [01:09.27]Yet now [01:15.79]We feel that we are paper choking on you nightly [01:21.97]They tell me "Son we want you be elusive but don't walk far" [01:28.81]Always breaking in the new boys deceive your next of kin [01:35.38]For you're dancing where the dogs decay defecating ecstasy [01:41.99]You're just an ally of the leecher [01:45.55]Locator for the virgin King but I love you in your f**k-me pumps [01:52.44]And your nimble dress that trails [01:55.57]Oh dress yourself my urchin one for I hear them on the rails [02:02.19]Because of all we've seen because of all we've said [02:08.57]We are the dead [02:16.13]One thing kind of touched me today [02:20.94]I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid [02:29.57]Pressing our love through the night [02:34.57]Knowing it's right knowing it's right [02:43.32]Now I'm hoping someone will care [02:48.32]Living on the breath of a hope to be shared [02:56.82]Trusting on the sons of our love [03:01.66]That someone will care someone will care [03:07.66]But now [03:12.91]We're today's scrambled creatures locked in tomorrow's double feature [03:20.16]Heaven's on the pillow its silence competes with hell [03:26.57]It's a twenty-four hour service guaranteed to make you tell [03:33.01]And the streets are full of press men [03:36.51]Bent on getting hung and buried [03:39.57]And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt [03:46.27]Who sucks you while you're sleeping [03:49.46]It's the theater of financiers [03:52.77]Count them fifteen 'round a table [03:56.21]White and dressed to kill [03:59.79]Oh caress yourself my juicy [04:02.80]For my hands have all but withered [04:06.27]Oh dress yourself my urchin one for I hear them on the stairs [04:12.90]Because of all we've seen because of all we've said [04:20.77]We are the dead [04:22.96] [04:25.46]We are the dead [04:28.63] [04:31.69]We are the dead