We Are the Dead - David Bowie

Something kind of hit me today

I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way

People will hold us to blame

It hit me today, it hit me today

We’re taking it hard all the time

Why don’t we pass it by?

Just reply, you’ve changed your mind

We’re fighting with the eyes of the blind

Taking it hard, taking it hard

Yet now

We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly

They tell me: son, we want you, be elusive, but don’t walk far

For we’re breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin

For you’re dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy

You’re just an ally of the leecher

Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck-me pumps

And your nimble dress that trails

Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails

Because of all we’ve seen, because of all we’ve said

We are the dead

One thing kind of touched me today

I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid

Pressing our love through the night

Knowing it’s right, knowing it’s right

Now I’m hoping some one will care

Living on the breath of a hope to be shared

Trusting on the sons of our love

That someone will care, someone will care

But now

We’re today’s scrambled creatures

Locked in tomorrow’s double feature

Heaven’s on the pillow, its silence competes with hell

It’s a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell

And the streets are full of pressmen

Bent on getting hung and buried

And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt

Who sucks you while you’re sleeping

It’s the theatre of financiers

Count them, fifteen 'round a table

White and dressed to kill

Oh, caress yourself, my juicy

For my hands have all but withered

Oh, dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs

Because of all we’ve seen, because of all we’ve said

We are the dead

We are the dead

We are the dead