Number of Lyrics in Album : 9
By David Bowie, Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, Oh
By David Bowie, Day after day.
They send my friends away
To mansions cold and
By David Bowie, Pack a pack horse and rest up here on,
Black Country
By David Bowie, I count the corpses on my left, I find I'm
By David Bowie, President Joe once had a dream
The world held his hand,
By David Bowie, We met upon a hill, the night was cool &
By David Bowie, We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and
By David Bowie, When all the world was very young
And mountain magic heavy
By David Bowie, In the corner of the morning in the past
I would
