David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)



Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense

The lonely groups of company boys snapping pics

Of scrawny limbs and toothy grins



These are children riding naked on their tourist pals

While the hollows that pass for eyes swell from withdrawal

As he lies on a mattress in a rat infested room

Talking 'bout his family and the cold back home



CHORUS

Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable

No one over here reads the papers pal

Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable

He's a clean trick and he's shopping for girls



A small black someone jumps over the crazy white god

Cranking up the volume on a Michael Jackson song



CHORUS



Where the frangipani scents the air

She mouths a word that breaks his stare

He grunts his reply in a garrulous croak

That's a mighty big word for a nine year old



CHORUS



You gaze down in to her eyes for a million miles

You wanna give her a name and a clean rag doll

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