Betty Wrong [Bowie/Gabrels]   Till the sun blisters and sprays   And every lamb ceases to graze   When the kiss of the comb   Tears my face from the bone      I'll be your light   When the shadows fall down the walls   Then life will be done   And it just won't matter at all      I was caught from ahead   Nurtured on grime, goodwill, and screams   Now your breath fills my step   Now there is you till life is gone      But I'll be your light   When the shadows fall down the walls   Then life will be done   And it just won't matter at all      I'll roll your ball   Till the stars can make me cry   Then life will be done   And it just won't matter at all      Not at all      When the kiss of the comb   Tears my face