Artist: David Bowie Album: Individual Songs

It's a god-awful small affair to the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, "No," and her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen, now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view and she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore for she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools as they ask her to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go - it's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he'll ever know he's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars

It's on America's tortured brow that Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
And now the workers have struck for fame cos Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes from Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds to my mother, my dog and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore cos I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again as I ask you to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go - it's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he'll ever know he's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars

Ah yeah, oh yeah
I'm up on the eleventh floor and I'm watching the cruisers below
He's down on the street and he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
Oh, my heart's in the basement, my weekend's at an all time low
Cos she's hoping to score, so I can't see her letting him go
Walk out of her heart, walk out of her mind - oh not her

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bippety-boppety hat
Oh god, I could do better than that - oh yeah

She's an old-time ambassador of sweet talking, night walking games
Oh, and she's known in the darkest clubs for pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it, then she can do it - she don't make false claims
But she's a queen and such are queens that your laughter is sucked in their brains
Now she's leading him on and she'll lay him right down
Yeah, she's leading him on and she'll lay him right down
But it could have been me, yes, it could have been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say - no, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bippety-boppety hat
Oh, but I could do better than that

So I lay down a while and I gaze at my hotel wall
Oh, the cot is so cold - it don't feel like no bed at all
Yeah, I lay down a while and look at my hotel wall
And he's down on the street, so I throw both his bags down the hall
And I'm phoning a cab cos my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth and it's no taste at all
It could have been me, oh yeah, it could have been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say - no, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bippety-boppety hat
Oh god, I could do better than that, yeah
You betcha, oh yeah

Here shall we live in this terrible town
But the price for our eyes shall squeeze them tight like a fist
And the walls shall have eyes and the doors shall have ears
But we'll dance in the dark and they'll play with their lives

Like a slow burn leading us on and on - on and on, on and on
Like a slow burn turning us round and round and round - round and round, round and round
But who are we, so small in times such as these
Slow burn, slow burn

Oh, these are the days, these are the strangest of all
These are the nights, these are the darkest hole
But who knows, echoes in tenament halls
Who knows, though the years slay them all

Like a slow burn leading us on and on and on - on and on, on and on
Like a slow burn turning us round and round and upside down - round and round, round and round
There's fear overhead, there's fear on the ground
Slow burn, slow burn
Like a slow burn leading us on and on and on - on and on, on and on
Like a slow burn turning us round and round and round - round and round, round and round
And here are we at the center of it all
Slow burn, slow burn, slow burn