I'd rather stay here With all the madmen Than perish with the sad men Roaming free And I'd rather play here With all the madmen For I'm quite content They're all as sane as me
Ferme la porte ouvre le fenetre quelle heure et il I can speak french just starting to use it anawl. in the coffee shop on a gorgeous backpacker type ( quarante ans older than me, like)
I thought the Eagles had cracked the code for the die hards You can check out anytime But you can never leave
(Diamond Dogs) This ain't football, this is suicide... As they pulled you out of the West Stand bogs To cheer for the latest head coach With your replica shirt and your years of hurt Seasons of ups and downs Happy clappers turned to frowns Crawling down Grove Street on your hands and knees I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see The new owners are poachers and they hide behind fees Sell off the ground they will, Mannequins with no appeal...
I believe these are Bowies' original lyrics. Only changed when he got sidetracked by all that 1984 nonsense.