Ziggy played guitar Jamming good with Weird and Gilly And the Spiders From Mars He played it left hand But made it too far Became the special man Then we were Ziggy’s band
Ziggy really sang Screwed up eyes and screwed down hair-do Like some cat from Japan He could lick ‘em by smiling He could leave them to hang Came on so loaded man Well hung and snow-white tan
So where were the Spiders While the flies tried to break our balls Just the beer light to guide us So we bitch about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands
Ziggy played for time Jiving us that we were voodoo But the kids were just crass He was the nazz, with God-given ass He took it all too far But boy, could he play guitar
Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind Like a leper messiah When the kids had killed the man We had to break up the band
There were tims There was pork There are legs There are skarks There was John There are cliffs There was mother There’s a poker There was you Then there was you
There are scenes There are blues There are boots There are shoes There are Turks There are fools They’re in lockers They’re in schools They’re in you Then there was you
Burn my fingers Burn my toes Burn my uncle Burn his books Burn his shoes Cook the leather Put it on me Does it fit me Or you It looks tight on you
Sinister echoes clutching at straws Letter boxes screaming You try to pin him to the wall You end up on the ceiling Locked in a dome The shadows flicker by He’s the madcap pusher Delerium the drug he’s dealing
He drops a capsule in your drink And spikes your dreams with madness
He’s the sniper in the hills Hiding the holes in your head He’s the poison in your poison The razor in your head Hanging on a picture Eyelid needle and thread You empty yourself once again But he’s always one step ahead He whispers in your ear was it nothing that you said He’s walking in your sleep now He keeps your fat paranoia well-fed
He drops a capsule in your drink And spikes your dreams with madness
The sanity assassin Stays up all night stalking The sanity assassin Picks off victims like flies The sanity assassin Let his fingers do the walking The sanity assassin The crack shot between your eyes He’s got you in his sights
He drops a capsule in your drink And spikes your dreams with madness
The razor in your head He’s the poison in your poison
Shoes that no man would want to wear Wipe away the night’s last cold stare Red fist curled ’round the house Was away boy Shelly’s shoes wash
Chocolate power is so crisp The atomic open house is really here And we have gone so desperate Your power knows no bounds And heavier with time Are our shoes That no man would want to wear New tread wipes a wet road so dry it stings
Into the borrowed course Under the dreadful birds Under the singing soil And all those guilty clouds
The moon sheds light when all is dark the dog’s reaction is to bark. Is that the moon’s fault? Tell me true Tis the dog’s nature So to do. The moonlight fills all heaven with mirth
The dog’s a vapour Belched by earth The dog’s a vapour Belched by earth.
There’s something in you.
Tis the dog’s nature So to do The moonlight fills all heaven with mirth The dog’s a vapour There’s something in you
The dog’s a vapour The dog’s a vapour Belched by earth
Back in the good old days when dancing meant exploding The idea was simple for a decent overloading And for a multiple flash with no cords attached He came up with a more remote flash trigger It’s connected to an accessory in his hip Which automatically fires in perfect synchro But perhaps his most exciting development is his angle They call it the dance
It’s the St. Vitus dance Such flexibility What an accessory See his soft bounce What flexibility Such a soft bounce What an accessory
And for special effects he has six filters Three coloured red with the others pilfered And if you really want to know what that means He could throw a blue flash from eighty-five feet Of course you might want to check out your own little output So we devised a few simple and easy to crack contortions So you can bump and scrape all the day through With the dance
It’s the St. Vitus dance The St. Vitus dance Such flexibility What an accessory Such a soft bounce What flexibility Such a soft bounce
Check his hot shoe Feel his output He’s a light machine See his angle He’s a light machine
When I die and they lay me to rest Gonna go to the place that’s best When they lay me down to die Goin on up to the Spirit in the sky
[Chorus:] Goin on up to the Spirit in the sky (Spirit in the sky) That’s where I’m gonna go when I die (When I die) When I die and they lay me to rest I’m gonna go to the place that’s the best
Prepare yourself, you know it’s a must Gotta have a friend named Jesus So you know that when you die It’s gonna recommend you to the Spirit in the sky (Spirit in the sky)
Goin on up to the Spirit in the sky That’s where you’re gonna go when you die (When you die) When I die and they lay me to rest I’m gonna go to the place that’s the best
Never been a sinner, I’ve never sinned I’ve got a friend named Jesus So you know that when I die It’s gonna set me up with the Spirit in the sky
Following the silent hedges Needing some other kind of madness Looking into purple eyes Sadness at the corners Works of art with a minimum of steel
Pure sensation The beautiful down grade Going to hell again Going to hell again
Self confidence leaks From a thousand wounds Faults of civilization Burning the private paradise of dreams Minus hands of the electric clock Clock [x3]
What happens when the intoxication of success has evaporated?
Pure sensation The beautiful down grade Going to hell again Going to hell again Again [x3]
Severance The birds of leaving call to us, Yet here we stand endowed with the fear of flight. Overland The winds of change consume the land, While we remain In the shadow of summers now past. When all the leaves Have fallen and turned to dust, Will we remain Entrenched within our ways. Indifference, The plague that moves throughout this land Omen signs In the shapes of things to come.
Virgin Mary was tired So tired Tired of listening to gossip Gossip and complaints
They came from next door
And a bewildered stream of chatter From all sorts of All sorts of Untidy whores
Came from next door Came from next door
But some men are chosen from the rest But their disappointment runs with their guests Never would be invited to the funeral rosegarden
But their choice don’t seem to matter They got swollen breasts and lips that putter And their choice of matter and their scream of chatter Is just a little parasitic scream of whores Screaming whores In the rosegarden funeral of sores
Virgin Mary was tired So tired of listening to gossip Gossip and complaints
In the In the Rosegarden Rosegarden funeral of sores
The man of shadows thinks in clay Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation days He’s seen in iron environments With plastic sweat out of chiselled slits for eyes
From the growth underneath the closed mouth You’ll catch if you listen Rack-trapped cubist vowels From a dummy head expression From a dummy head expression
The transformation is invested With the mysterious and the shameful While the thing I am becomes something else Part character part sensation
And he spoke of pastures green I was never told why Each journey lasts an age And my throat feels dry It must be the lesson Hidden deep inside It must be the lesson So roll the tide
So I began the crossing My throat burned dry Searching for Satori The kick in the eye I am the end of reproduction Given no direction Every care is taken In my rejection
Kick in the eye [x4]
Every care is taken With my rejection And my abduction To my addiction Every care is taken With my protection And my abduction From my addiction