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 someone 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 press men 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 theater of financiers Count them, fifty '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
Written by: David Bowie