David Bowie - Ballad of The Adventurers lyrics

Sickened by sunwith rainstorms lashing him rotten

A looted wreath crowning his tangled hair

Every moment of his youth apart from it's dream was forgotten

Gone the roof overheadbut the sky was always there

Oh youwho are flung outalike from heaven and from hades

You murderers who've been so bitterly repaid

Why did you part from the mothers who nursed you as babies

It was peaceful and you slept and there you stayed

Still he explores and rakes the absinthe green oceans

Though his mother has given him up for lost

Grinning and cursing with a few odd tears of contrition

Always in search of that land where life seems best

Loafing through hells and flocked through paradises

Calm and grinningwith a vanishing face

At times he still dreams of a small field he recognises

With a blue sky overhead and nothing else