Sweet Head — текст песни (David Bowie)

I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin` gangs
By the faggy parks and the burnt out vans
I`ve got ninety-nine years of laying in the dark and I`m far too young to lie
I`ve got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar it`s going to pay me before I die

CHORUS
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I`m just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam! and come ball
With my guitar and me soprano
We can give you sweet head

I`m tough as glass and clean as night
Well if looks can love we can love all right
I`m your rubber peacock angelic whore
I`m a wrought iron face upon the wall
I had ninety-nine years of murder called life and I`m running away from it all
I got a bedroom, every mirror in town they`re going to claim me if I fall

CHORUS

Sweet head, give you sweet head
(spoken: while ya down there)

See my eyes of blocked emotion, see my tremble, see my fall
Traumatics thick and fast, your faith in me can last
Besides I`m known to lay you, one and all

Look south the way your mother dwells
If she knew what`s going down, she`d give you hell
I`m the kind of man she warned me of
Till there was rock, you only had god

You and I have a mutual vow
We both like young, and we both like loud
I got pretty shoes, and I`m kid and proud
I`m street side out with my ear to the crowd

CHORUS

Move along, sir!