David Bowie - Teenage Wildlife lyrics

with its promise of something hard to do

a real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold

blue skies above and sun on your arms strength in your stride

and hope in those squeaky clean eyes

you'll get chilly receptions everywhere you go

blinded with desire i guess the season is on

so you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth

but it's all, but it's all used up

break open your million-dollar weapon

still you push, still you push your luck

a broken-nosed mogul are you

one of the new wave boys

same old thing in brand new drag

comes sweeping into view

as ugly as a teenage millionaire

pretending it's a whizz-kid world

and you'll take me aside and say

'david what shall i do

they wait for me in the hallways'

and i'll say don't ask me i don't know any hallways

but they move in numbers and they've got me in a corner

and i feel like a group of one

no, no they can't do this to me

i'm not some piece of teenage wildlife

those midwives to history put on their bloody robes

and the word is that the hunted one is out there on his own

and you're alone for maybe the last time

and you breathe for a long time

then you howl like a wolf in a trap

and you daren't look behind

you fall to the ground like a leaf on the tree

and look up one time at that vast blue sky

scream out aloud as they shoot you down

no, no i'm not a piece of teenage wildlife

i'm not a piece of teenage wildlife

and no one will have seen and no one will confess

the fingerprints will prove that you couldn't pass the test

and there'll be others on the line filing past

who'll whisper low

i miss you he had to go

well each to his own

he was just another piece of teenage wildlife

another piece of teenage wildlife

another piece of teenage wildlife

david bowie, "teenage wildlife", _scary_monsters_ (rca, 1980