Tin Machine Tin Machine

David Bowie/Tony Sales/Hunt Sales/Reeves Gabrels)

Tin machine
Tin machine

Take me anywhere
somewhere without alcohol
Or goons with muddy hair

Tin machine
Tin machine

Tin machine
Tin machine
The zombies that I pass

The guy that beats his baby up
The preachers and their past

Tin machine
Tin machine


Tin machine
Baby doll
Baby doll

There's more than money moving here
Clarity and power
Working horrors-humping Tories
There's mindless maggot glare
Spittle on their chins
Read 'em pal and grin
Carving up my children's future
Burning in my room

Raging raging raging
C'mon and get it soon
C'mon and get a good idea
I'm waiting on the fire escape
I'm not exactly well
I'm neither red nor black nor white

I'm grey and blown to hell

Tin machine
Tin machine
Make some new computer thing
Not this psycho-time-bomb planet
That puts me on the moon
Poised to meet its maker
Shake a leg

Tin machine
Tin machine
One sick deathless duty to remain endangered species

They reach right out to touch someone
Then wash their crusty hands
Tin machine

Tin machine
Baby doll

Baby doll

Mass confusion-faithless blues
Blue suede tuneless wonders
Night that spews out watchmen
Mopping up another fortune
Fractured words and branca-sonic
Anger trapped behind locked doors
And right between the eyes
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