She Shook Me Cold
Track #7 | Time: 04:16 |
Composer: Bowie | Report | Print | Up^ We met upon a hill, the night was cool and still
She sucked my dormant will
Mother, she blew my brain, I will go back again
My God, she shook my cold
I had no time to spare, I grabbed her golden hair
And threw her to the ground
Father, she caved my head, Oh Lord, the things she said
My God, she should be told
Black Country Rock
Track #3 | Time: 03:36 |
Composer: Bowie | Report | Print | Up^ Pack a pack horse and rest up here on
Black Country Rock
You never know, you might find it here on
Black Country Rock
Pack a pack horse and rest up here on
Black Country Rock
You never know, you might find it here on
Black Country Rock
After All
Track #4 | Time: 03:55 |
Composer: Bowie | Report | Print | Up^ Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall
(Oh by jingo)
There's no room for anger, we're all very small
(Oh by jingo)
We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies, from paradise
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball
Won't someone invite them
They're just taller children, (oooo), that's all, after all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown
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