DAVID BOWIE - Tin Machine lyrics

rate me

Tin machine

Tin machine

Take me anywhere

Somewhere without alcohol

Or goons with muddy hair

Tin machine

Tin machine

Tin machine

Tin machine

The zombies that I pass

The guy that beats his baby up

The preachers and their past

Tin machine

Tin machine

Tin machine

Baby doll

Baby doll

Clarity and prayer

There's more than money moving here

There's mindless maggot glare

Working horrors-humping Tories

Spittle on their chins

Carving up my children's future

Read 'em pal and grin

Raging raging raging

Burning in my room

C'mon and get a good idea

C'mon and get it soon

I'm waiting on the fire escape

I'm not exactly well

I'm neither red nor black nor white

I'm grey and blown to hell

Tin machine

Tin machine

Make some new computer thing

That puts me on the moon

Not this psycho-time-bomb planet

Poised to meet it's maker

Shake a leg

Tin machine

Tin machine

One sick deathless duty to remain endangered species

They reach right out to touch someone

Then wash their crusty hands

Tin machine

Tin machine

Baby doll

Baby doll

Blue suede tuneless wonders

Mass confusion-faithless blues

Night that spews out watchmen

Mopping up another fortune

Fractured words and branca-sonic

Anger trapped behind locked doors

And right between the eyes

Raging raging raging

Burning in my room

C'mon and get a good idea

C'mon and get it soon

I'm waiting on the fire escape

I'm not exactly well

I'm neither red nor black nor white

I'm grey and blown to hell

Tin machine

Tin machine

Tin machine

Tin machine

Tin machine

Tin machine

Tin machine

Take me anywhere