Tekster: David Bowie. Otras Canciones. Sweet Head.

:
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!