David Bowie - Sweet Head lyrics

From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew

Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs...

By the faggy parks and burnt out va..ans

I've got ninety-nine years of layin' in the dark

and I'm far too young to lie

I've got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar

Its gonna play 'em in before I die

{Chorus}

So bob your sweet head

Brother Ziggy gonna play

I'm just a bob-a-lectic hear

Gonna rock-it in your head

Shazam! and come ball,

where my guitar-um is-a playin'

We can give you sweet head

I'm tough as glass and clean as night

Well, if looks can love, we can love alright

I'm your r-r-r-rubber peacock, angelic whore

I'm a wrought-iron face upon the wall..l..l

I've had ninety-nine tales of murder-come-life,

and I'm running away from it all

I got a bedroom, every mirror in town,

they're gonna claim me if I fall

{chorus}

Sweet head

Gonna give ya sweet head

(spoken: While ya down there)

See my eyes of blocked emotion

See my tremble, see my fall

Traumatic, stinkin' fast

Your faith in me can last

Besides, I'm numb to lay you,

rubbin' all

Look south the way your mother dwells

'Cause if she knew what's going on, she'd give you hell

I'm the kind of man she warned me of

Until there was rock, you only had God

You and I have a mutual vow

We both like gamery, and we both like loud

I got pretty shoes, and I'm kin and proud

I'm street-side-out, with my ear to the crowd

{chorus}

Move along, son

ca-cho, ca-cho

ca-cho, ca-cho

Woo