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Tin Machine May '89

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I Can't Read (Bowie/Gabrels)

on February 07, 2013
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I can't read and I can't write down
I don't know a book from countdown
I don't care which shadow gets me
All I've got is someone's face

Money goes to money heaven
Bodies go to body hell
I just cough, catch the chase
Switch the channel watch the police car

I can't read shit anymore
I just sit back and ignore
I just can't get it right, can't get it right
I can't read shit I can't read shit

When you see a famous smile
No matter where you run your mile
To be right in that photograph
Andy where's my fifteen minutes?

I can't read shit anymore
I just sit back and ignore
I just can't get it right
Can't get it right
I can't read shit I can't read shit

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Crack City

on February 07, 2013
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Oh come all you children
Don't grab that scabby hand
It belongs to Mr. sniff and tell
It belongs to the candyman

Don't whore your little bodies
To the worms of paradise
Like Everest it's fatal
Its peaks are cold as ice

They're riding on the subways
They're riding on the streets
They'll ride you down to gutters
They'll ride you off your feet

Gonna hit Crack City
Hit Crack City

Piss on the icon monsters
Whose guitars bequeath you pain
They'll face you down to their level
With their addictions and their fast lanes

Corrupt with shaky visions
And crack and coke and alcohol
They're just a bunch of assholes
With buttholes for their brains
You can't keep on riding
The pain you know so well
They'll ride you down to the gutter
They'll ride you down to hell

Gonna hit Crack City
Hit Crack City

And you the master dealer
May death be on your brow
May razors slash your mainline
I'm calling you out right now

May all your vilest nightmares
Consume your shrunken head
May the ho-ho hounds of paranoia
Dance upon your stinking bed

Don't look at me you fuckheads
This nation's turning blue
Its stink and fouls and highways
Its filth it sticks like glue

Hit Crack City

They'll bury you in velvet
And place you underground
The hatred of yourself
And the sufferings that conspire
To take your little body and throw it to the fools
And the hounds that rip your flesh
Only your mind can take you out of this
Only your mind or death

I'm riding on the subway
The subway down to hell
I've finished with this journey
I seem to know it well

Gonna hit Crack City
Hit Crack City

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Prisoner Of Love (Bowie/Gabrels/H. Sales/T. Sales)

on February 07, 2013
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Don't look back
Whatever it takes to save your life
I've believed I belonged to you for a long time
And my heart says no, no one but you

Like a rescue on a darkened street
Love walked into town
I was a victim of my own self-persecution
I'm a prisoner of love - but I'm coming up for air

Now don't be fooled by fools who promise you
The world and all that glitters more fool you

I'm such a hungry man that I bet you over and
Over and over and over
And I might take any highway to be there with you
Even the best men shiver in their beds
I'm loving you above everything I have
I'm a prisoner of love - just stay square

Like a sermon on blues guitar
Love walked into town
I was drowning so slowly
One step in front of your shadow
I'm a prisoner of love but I'm coming up for air

Now don't be fooled by fools who promise you
The world and all that glitters more fool you
I smell the sickness sown in this city
It drives me to hide you, yea, even deceive you
I'm so afraid for you that
I'll break any thug that maps out your passage to ruin
Even the best men shiver in their beds
I'm loving you above everything I have
I'm a prisoner of love - just stay square

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Tin Machine (Bowie/Gabrels/H. Sales/T. Sales)

on February 07, 2013
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tin machine
tin machine

take me anywhere
somewhere without alcohol
or goons with muddy hair

tin machine
tin machine

tin machine
tin machine

the zombies that i pass
the guy that beats his baby up
the preachers and their past

tin machine
tin machine

tin machine

baby doll
baby doll

clarity and prayer
there's more than money moving here
there's mindless maggot glare
working horrors-humping tories
spittle on their chins
carving up my childrens future
read 'em pal and grin

raging raging raging
burning in my room
c'mon and get a good idea
c'mon and get it soon
i'm waiting on the fire escape
i'm not exactly well
i'm neither red nor black nor white
i'm grey and blown to hell

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2
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Heaven's In Here

on February 07, 2013
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Baby I dream between the blade and the tongue
Of the rose on your cheek the wounded & dumb
We stumble and fall we stumble and fall
Skin on skin but there's heaven in...
Heaven's in here
Heaven's in here
Among the twilight and stars
Like a rocket to mars
Heaven in here

The first and the last are telling it all
Telling you loud but selling it small
I'm taking a swing at this shadow of mine
Crucifix hangs an' my heart's in my mouth
But it's here

Heaven's in here
Among the twilight and stars
Like a rocket to mars
Heaven's in here

Heaven in one sigh
Heaven in two eyes

Heaven lies between your marbled thighs
The rustle of your falling gown
We stumble and fall like tragedy falls
We stumble and twirl there's heaven in here
We stumble and fall uncertain we fall
Flesh on flesh but there's heaven in.
Heaven's in here

Heaven's in here
Among the twilight and stars
Like a rocket to mars
Heaven's in here
You'll dance to my tongue we'll dance on the sun
We're the twilight and stars
There's heaven in here

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