Nothing on smoke today Nothing dies on the wing Wing's been losing time An anarchy born in pain Pain that comes and goes It goes against all you see You see I got Gables eyes And Eisenhower blames the poor The poor huddled on the curb Gotta get back in shape We're backing up a major plan We're treading on thin ice We're walking under golden sun We're living in a Planet of Dreams We're living in a Planet of Dreams We're living in a Planet of Dreams We're living in a Planet of Dreams We're living in a Planet of Dreams We're living in a Planet (5 more times) Do do do do
Written by: David Bowie