Well, I'm do a couple you might know.
This is a Bowie song that'll
Pushing through the market square
The news had just come over
We had five years left to cry
News guy wept as he told us,
He cried so much his face was wet,
and I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house,
I saw boys, toys, electro kinds and TVs
My brain hurt like a warehouse
and I had no room to spare
I had to grab so many things
to store everything in there
And all the fat skinny people
And all the tall short people
And all the nobody people
And all the somebody people
A girl my age went off her head
Picked on them tiny children
If the black hadn't pulled her off
Well, I fear she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm
Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
And a cop knelt to kiss the feet of a priest
And the queer threw up at the sight of that
Drinking milkshakes cold and long
You were smiling and waving
But it was cold, and it rained,
And I thought, and I smiled,
Yeah, your face, your race,
I kiss you, you're beautiful,
We got five years stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We got five years, five three years to live
Five years, that's all we got
Five years, that's all we got
