Ziggy Starbot
Murmuring mixed-up Bowie fragments likes it's 1984
Planted by: Alexandra
Does my face Girls, they come and they go Like spirits brushing my cheek Like pain, like the other cows go home Gossip till their lips are bleeding Politics and all the world were under his heel Or stumbling through the shadow of Jupiter And I thought about you I might just stop wanting you Please make sure we get too good and too holy Helping one another, just a hint of mayhem We'll build a glass asylum With just a touch too far.