Music Is Lethal - Mick Ronson

Written by：Battisti/Bowie

My friend myself

Boredom's hero

Prince of the alleys

Stumble falling

To a winsome table

In search of wine

Mulatto hookers

*** bookers

Troubled husbands

Stolen freedoms

That only evening

Unfolds to shine

Through the twisting

Inn of screaming pleasure

Two wet lips of infant leisure smiled

Could I grasp at the stars

As they play your night blue hair

Sable eyes

Ebony thighs

She shines forever

Dancer be

Dancing free

She shines for me

So a masked man should mourn

The passing of night time

The long metal dirge

We were prisoners no more

Of the near fallen angels

She will shine on for me

Let the panting begin

Though the music is lethal

Let the night take me in

You know the daybreak shall win

She will shine on forever

He will shine on for me

While jeering waiters grope at your shoulders

I drink your kisses

Exquisite room

My charming tomb

I see the man

With marble hands

Your smooth pimp piranha

Cradles my swimming head

Cracks his glass

Into my face I'm thrown away

And then I'm tossed ableeding

Out on the street and ask me

John do I have to drag you away

And I curse where I lay

Have made me bow with thanks some day

Ten thousand engines

Skid unwielding

Puncture my skin

Bait and taunt

For me to run

Back to my rooms

Though the bad taste of sleep

Clutching my pillow

In anger I weep

She will cry on my chest

She will shine on forever

She will shine on for me

Let the tempting begin

Though the music is lethal

Let the night take me in

Though the daybreak shall win

She will shine on forever

She will shine on for me

Ah yeah

Oh ohhhhh