(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)  Now that he has no sense of destination  Now he's running for the love of speed  When the child goes bad it's no cause for celebration  Like Jimmy Dean he don't talk back to me  CHORUS  Failures as fathers, mothers to chaos  No baby, no baby, no baby no  Hallo humans can you feel me thinking  I assume you're seeing everything I'm thinking  Hallo humans nothing starts tomorrow  I'm the baby now  Baby Universe, Baby Universe, Baby Universal  A speck of dust has settled in my eye  It doesn't matter I've seen everything anyway  CHORUS  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------