We Should Be On By Now

by thoughtsonthedead

After Ziggy was the Diamond Dogs Tour; that Earthroamer might have to idle for a bit. Tonight is for David Bowie.

Time, he’s waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me, boys

Time, he flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy

Time, in quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time

The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain
And many other last names
Oh, well, I look at my watch, it say nine twenty-five
And I think “oh God, I’m still alive”

We should be on by now