Teenage wildlife
par David Bowie
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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 in your stride
And hope in those squeaky clean eyes
You´ll get chilly receptions
everywhere you go
Blinded with desire
- 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 you push, still you push,
still you push your luck
A broken nosed mogul are you
One of the new wave boys9
Same old thing in brand new drag
Comes sweeping into view, oh-ooh
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
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 coudn´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-ohh
Another piece of teenage wildlife, oh-oh-oh-ohh
Another piece of teenage wild...
Wild
Wild
Wild
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 in your stride
And hope in those squeaky clean eyes
You´ll get chilly receptions
everywhere you go
Blinded with desire
- 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 you push, still you push,
still you push your luck
A broken nosed mogul are you
One of the new wave boys9
Same old thing in brand new drag
Comes sweeping into view, oh-ooh
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
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 coudn´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-ohh
Another piece of teenage wildlife, oh-oh-oh-ohh
Another piece of teenage wild...
Wild
Wild
Wild