As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inchy stump Dressed like a priest you was, Todd Browning beast you was
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knees, I'm sure you're not protected For its plain to see The Diamond Dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees Hunt you to the ground they will Mannequins with kill-appeal
Will they come? I keep a friend serene Will they come? Oh, baby, come unto me Will they come? Well, she's come, been, and gone
Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch a death in the fog Young girl they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl they call them the Diamond Dogs
Now halloween jack is a real cool cat, And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase The elevators broke so he slides down a rope Onto the street below Oh tarzie go man, go
Meets his little hussy with his ghost-town approach Her face is sans feature but she wears a Dali brooch Sweetly reminiscent something mother used to bake Wrecked up and paralyzed Diamond Dogs are sable-ized
Will they come? I keep a friend serene Will they come? Oh, baby, come unto me Will they come? Well, she's come, been, and gone
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In the year of the scavenger The season of the bitch Sashay on the board-walk scurry to the ditch Just another future song lonely little kitch There's gonna be sorrow try and wake up tomorrow
Will they come? I keep a friend serene Will they come? Oh, baby, come unto me Will they come? Well, she's come, been, and gone
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Compositor: David Robert Jones (David Bowie) (PRS)Editores: Butterfly Music Ltd (PRS), In Place Of Strife Music (PRS), Bewlay Bros Music (ASCAP), Rzo Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2005 (10/Nov) e lançado em 1993ECAD verificado obra #21028123 e fonograma #1035972 em 04/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM