Rock 'n' Roll suicide

Time takes a cigarette.
Puts it in your mouth.
You pull on your finger,
then another finger,
then your cigarette.
The wall-to-wall is calling,
it lingers,
then you forget.
Oh, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide.
You're too old to lose it.
Too young to choose it.
And the clock waits so patiently on your song.
You walk past a cafe but you don't eat,
when you've lived too long.
Oh, no, no, no, you're a rock 'n' roll sucide.
Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road.
But the day breaks instead, so you hurry home.
Don't let the sun blast your shadow.
Don't let the milk float ride your mind.
You're so natural, religiously, unkind.
Oh no love! You're not alone!
You're watching yourself but you're too unfair.
You got your head all tangled up,
but if I could only make you care.
Oh no love! You're not alone!
No matter what or who you've been.
No matter when or where you've seen.
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain.
I've had my share,
I'll help you with the pain.
You're not alone!


-David Bowie-