Tin Machine Baby Universal
(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 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
