Something like Tobacco Road Living on a lonely road I will pull you out of there We will go to Finchley Fair I will buy you feather hat I will steal a cricket bat Smash some windows, make a noise We will run with dirty boys When the sun goes down When the sun goes down and the dye is cast When the dye is cast and you have no choice We will run with dirty boys We all go mad, we all want you Me and the boys we all go through You've got to learn to hold your tongue This ain't the moon, this is burnin' sun When the sun goes down When the sun goes down and the dye is cast When the dye is cast and you have no choice We will run with dirty boys
Written by: David Bowie