Tin Machine Shopping For Girls
(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels) Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense The lonely groups of company boys snapping pics Of scrawny limbs and toothy grins These are children riding naked on their tourist pals While the hollows that pass for eyes swell from withdrawal As he lies on a mattress in a rat infested room Talking 'bout his family and the cold back home CHORUS Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable No one over here reads the papers pal Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable He's a clean trick and he's shopping for girls A small black someone jumps over the crazy white god Cranking up the volume on a Michael Jackson song CHORUS Where the frangipani scents the air She mouths a word that breaks his stare He grunts his reply in a garrulous croak That's a mighty big word for a nine year old CHORUS You gaze down in to her eyes for a million miles You wanna give her a name and a clean rag doll ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
