"CRACK BABY, CRACK, TELL ME YOU'RE REAL"
Tell me about metaphysic, I'll tell you "Bowie got it all", tell me about litterature, I'll tell you "Bowie got it all", tell me about drugs, I'll tell you "Bowie got it all", tell me about... I'll tell you "Bowie got it all".
So they say I'm a cheater..Bowie would make them shut up, cuz he knows I'm a good soul, so they say I'm a whore, Bowie would put their hairy ass on fire, cuz he knows me, cuz he's singing about me, TELL ME IT WAS NUTHIN TELL ME WE'RE NOT THE SAME.
Ever heard of Lady Stardust? well fellas, it was me. Ever heard of Ziggy, yeah? That was me man.
He died of AIDS and I'm still dying. I'm eating chocolate cuz I can't have sex, but boy, do I love chocolate.
Different, I'm Bowie-esque, just like I used to be grotesque. Still am, tho.
And I'm so fucking good, and I wish I could smoke a fuckin cigarette, but my hair's still wet and John Keats calling. See you in another life.