David Bowie Gunman
Gunman, my sort of star, we put you there You’re all of us now, you’re all over town An wrappers and cans, you’re bigger then life You’re braver than dad You’re a gunman, holding your own You’re a gunman, never alone Gunman, leader of packs, shadow of death Killer in chic, never betrayed, friend of our kids You’re a gunman, holding your own You’re a gunman, never alone Gunman . . . gunman . . . trader in arms Kids on the street, buying your charms Gunman, my sort of star, we put you there You’re all of us now, you’re all over town On wrappers and cans, you’re bigger than life You’re braver than dad You’re a gunman, holding your own You’re a gunman, you’re never alone Gunman . . . gunman Gunman, my sort of star, we’re bleeding for you, we put you there What would you give, your all of us now, we’re burning for you You’re all over our town, gunman, you’re on rappers and cans You’re bigger than life and we’re dying for you and you’re braver than dad, gunman. . .You’re woman are dogs But they’re braver than you We’re bleeding for you What would you give We’re burning for you, gunman We invented you, now we’ve gotta live with you, you’re more solid Than a rock, a rock of cocaine or crack or ice or death Like a rock of death, like a gravestone, gunman. . .
