Teenage Wildlife (2017 Remaster) - David Bowie

Written by：David Bowie

Well how come you only want tomorrow

With its promise of something hard to do

A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold

Blue skies above and sun on your arms strength your stride

And hope in those squeaky clean eyes

You'll get chilly receptions everywhere you go

Blinded with desire I guess the season is on

So you train by shadow boxing search for the truth

But it's all but it's all used up

Break open your million dollar weapon

And push your luck still you push still you push your luck

A broken nosed mogul are you

One of the new wave boys

Same old thing in brand new drag

Comes sweeping into view oh ho ho ho ho ho

As ugly as a teenage millionaire

Pretending it's a whizz kid world

You'll take me aside and say

Well David what shall I do

They wait for me in the hallway

I'll say don't ask me I don't know any hallways

But they move in numbers and they've got me in a corner

I feel like a group of one no no

They can't do this to me

I'm not some piece of teenage wildlife

Those midwives to history put on their bloody robes

The word is that the hunted one is out there on his own emmm

And you're alone for maybe the last time

And you breathe for a long time

Then you howl like a wolf in a trap

And you daren't look behind

You fall to the ground like a leaf from the tree

And look up one time at that vast blue sky

Scream out aloud as they shoot you down

No no I'm not a piece of teenage wildlife

I'm not a piece of teenage wildlife

And no one will have seen and no one will confess

The fingerprints will prove that you couldn't pass the test

There'll be others on the line filing past who'll whisper low

I miss you he really had to go

Well each to his own he was

Another piece of teenage wildlife oh oh oh oh oh

Another piece of teenage wildlife oh oh oh oh oh

Another piece of teenage wild

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