Five Years

Pushing through the market square So many mothers sighing News had just come overWe had five years left to cry in News guy wept and told usEarth was really dying Cried so much, his face was wet,Then I knew, he was not lying I heard telephones, opera house,Favorite melodies I saw boys, toys, electric irons and TV’s My brain hurt like a warehouseIt had no room to spare I had to cram so many things to storeEverything in there And all the fat-skinny people,And all the tall-short people And all the nobody peopleAnd all the somebody people I never thought I’d need so many people A girl of my age went off her head,Hit some tiny children If the black hadn’t a-pulled her off,I think she would have killed them A soldier with a broken arm Fixed his stare to the wheels of a cadillac A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest And a queer threw up at the sight of that I think I saw you in an icecream parlour Drinking milkshakes cold and long Smiling and waving and looking so fine I don’t think you knew you were in this song And it was cold and it raind,So I felt like an actor And I thought of maAnd I wanted to get back there Your face, your raceThe way that you talk I kiss you, you’re beautiful,I want you to walk We’ve got five yearsStuck on my eyes, we’ve got five yearsWhat a surprise We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lotWe’ve got five years, that’s all we’ve got We’ve got five years…

Lyrics & music: David Bowie


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