David Bowie

Well, how come you only want tomorrow
With its promise of something hard to do
A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold
Blue skies above and sun on your arms strength your stride
And hope in those squeaky clean eyes
Youll get chilly receptions everywhere you go
Blinded with desire - I guess the season is on
So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth
But its all, but its all used up
Break open your million dollar weapon
And push your luck, still you push, still you push your
Luck
A broken nosed mogul are you
One of the new wave boys
Same old thing in brand new drag
Comes sweeping into view, oh ho ho ho ho ho
As ugly as a teenage millionaire
Pretending its a whizz kid world
Youll take me aside, and say
"well, david, what shall I do?
They wait for me in the hallway"
Ill say "dont ask me, I dont know any hallways"
But they move in numbers and theyve got me in a corner
I feel like a group of one, no-no