Betty Wrong [Bowie/Gabrels]
Till the sun blisters and sprays
And every lamb
Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense
The lonely groups
Ain't got room for charity
Me, I'm crawling with no cash
Me,
(David Bowie)To meet her once is to know here through
(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)Hey, hey it's the tall sail on a
(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)Now that he has no sense of destinationNow
(David Bowie/Hunt Sales/Tony Sales)The ghosts of Manhattan shrieking as they
(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels/Hunt Sales/Tony Sales)THe last days were the meanest
(Hunt Sales/David Bowie)I'm goin' home, I've been gone much too
(John Lennon)As soon as you're born they make you feel
(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels/Hunt Sales/Tony Sales)Beauty shrieks, "Beast in the
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