@ALBUM: Tin Machine Artist: Tin Machine 1989 EMI America Records ---------------------------------- @SONG: Heaven's in Here (David Bowie) Baby I dream between the blade and the tongue Of the rose on your cheek the wounded and dumb We stumble and fall we stumble and fall Skin on skin but there's heaven in... CHORUS Heaven's in here Heaven's in here Among the twilight and stars Like a rocket to mars Heaven in here The first and the last are telling it all Telling you loud but selling it small I'm taking a swing at this shadow of mine Crucifix hangs an' my heart's in my mouth But it's here CHORUS Heaven in one sigh Heaven in two eyes Heaven lies between your marbled thighs The rustle of your falling gown We stumble and fall like tragedy falls We stumble and twirl there's heaven in here We stumble and fall uncertain we fall Flesh on flesh but there's heaven in... Heaven's in here CHORUS You'll dance to my tongue we'll dance on the sun We're the twilight and stars There's heaven in here -------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: 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 Clarity and power There's more than money moving here There's mindless maggot glare Working horrors-humping Tories Spittle on their chins Carving up my children's future Read 'em pal and grin Raging raging raging Burning in my room C'mon and get a good idea C'mon and get it soon 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 That puts me on the moon Not this psycho-time-bomb planet 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 Blue suede tuneless wonders Mass confusion-faithless blues Night that spews out watchmen Mopping up another fortune Fractured words and branca-sonic Anger trapped behind locked doors And right between the eyes ----------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Prisoner of Love (David Bowie/Tony Sales/Hunt Sales/Reeves Gabrels) Don't look back Whatever it takes to save your life I've believed I belonged to you for a long time And my heart says no, no one but you Like a rescue on a darkened street Love walked into town I was a victim of my own self-persecution I'm a prisoner of love-but I'm coming up for air CHORUS Now don't be fooled by fools who promise you The world and all that glitters more fool you I'm such a hungry man that I beg you over and over and over and over And I might take any highway to be there with you Even the best men shiver in their beds I'm loving you above everything I have I'm a prisoner of love-just stay square Like a sermon on a blues guitar Love walked into town I was drowning so slowly One step in front of your shadow I'm a prisoner of love but I'm coming up for air CHORUS I smell the sickness sown in this city It drives me to hide you, yea, even deceive you I'm so afraid for you that I'll break any thug that maps out your passage to ruin Even the best men shiver in their beds I'm loving you above everything I have I'm a prisoner of love-just stay square ------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Crack City (David Bowie) Oh come all you children Don't grab that scabby hand It belongs to Mr. Sniff and Tell It belongs to the candyman Don't whore your little bodies Tthe worms of paradise Like Everest it's fatal Its peaks are cold as ice They're riding on the subways They're riding on the streets They'll ride you down to the gutters They'll ride you off your feet CHORUS Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack City Piss on the icon monsters Whose guitars bequeath you pain They'll face you down to their level With their addictions and their fast lanes Corrupt with shaky visions And crack and coke and alcohol They're just a bunch of assholes With buttholes for their brains You can't keep on riding The pain you know so well They'll ride you down to the gutter They'll ride you down to hell CHORUS And you the master dealer May death be on your brow May razors slash your mainline I'm calling you out right now May all your vilest nightmares Consume your shrunken head May the ho-ho-hoounds of paranoia Dance upon your stinking bed Don't look at me you fuckhead This nation's turning blue Its stink it fouls the highways Its filth it sticks like glue CHORUS They'll bury you in velvet And place you underground The hatred of yourself And the sufferings that conspire To take your little body and throw it to the fools And the hounds that rip your flesh Only your mind can take you out of this Only your mind or death I'm riding on the subway The subway down to hell I've finished with this journey I seem to know it well CHORUS --------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: I Can't Read (David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels) I can't read and I can't write down I don't know a book from countdown I don't care which shadow gets me All I've got is someone's face Money goes to money heaven Bodies go to body hell I just cough, catch the chase Switch the channel watch the police car CHORUS I can't read shit anymore I just sit back and ignore I just can't get it right, can't get it right I can't read shit I can't read shit When you see a famous smile No matter where you run your mile To be right in that photograph Andy where's my fifteen minutes CHORUS ------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Under the God (David Bowie) Skin dance back-a-the condo Skin heads getting to school Beating on Blacks with a baseball bat Racism back in rule White trash picking up Nazi flags While you was gone, there was war This is the West, get used to it They put a swastika over the door CHORUS Under the God Under the God One step over the red line Under the God Under the God Ten steps into the crazy Washington heads in the toilet bowl Don't see supremicist hate Right wing dicks in their boiler suits Picking out who to annihilate Toxic jungle of Uzi trails Tribesmen just wouldn't live here Fascist flare is fashion cool Wel, you're dead-you just ain't bureied (yet) CHORUS As the walls came tumbling down So, the secrets that we shared I believed you by the palace gates. Now the savage days are here Under the gods Crazy eyed man with a shot gun Hot headed creep with a knife Love and peace and harmony Love you could cult with a life CHORUS ---------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Amazing (David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels) I'm lazy Your crazy, girl Stay by my side I'm scared you'll Meet someone In whom you'll confide CHORUS Life's still a dream Your love's amazing Since I found you My life's amazing I pledge you You'll never be blue There's too much at stake to be down My nightmare Rooted here watching you go Divine in both, our lives CHORUS My life's a roll Go go go And it's amazing ------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Working Class Hero (John Lennon) As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be They hurt you at home and they hit you at school They hate you if your clever and they despise a fool Till you're so fucking crazy you can't fallow their rules A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be When they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years Then they expect you to pick a career When you can't really function you're so full of fear A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be Keep you doped wit religion and sex and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be There's room at the top they are telling you still But first you must learn how to smile as you kill If you want to be like the folks on the hill A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero just follow me If you want to be a hero well just follow me ----------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Bus Stop (David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels) There's a cry that is heard in the city Froom Vivian at Pentecost Lane A shriekin' and dancing till 4 a.m. Another night of muscles and pain I love you despite your convictions That God never laughs at my jokes CHORUS I'm a young man at oods with the Bible But I don't pretend faith never works When we're down on our knees Prayin' at the bus stop Now Jesus he came in a vision And offered you redemption from sin I'm not sayin' that I don't believe you But are you sure that it really was him I've been told that it couldn've been blue cheese Or the meal that we ate down the road Hallelujah CHORUS ------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Pretty Thing (David Bowie) Think about the good things Think about thte bad things Think about a reason to see you tonight Somethng getting hard when you rock it up Something getting hot when you rock it up Pretty little girl let your sweet thing sway Never gonna treat you wrong Tie you down pretend you're Madonna Never gonna treat you wrong Oh you pretty thing Shake your pretty thng Gimmee that pretty thing Think about the love thing Think about the sex thing Think abaout you holding me, taking me down Something getting hard when you rock it up Something getting hot when you rock it up Pretty little girl let your sweet thing sway Never gonna do you wrong Strip you down and take you to pieces Always gonna love this song Oh you pretty thing Feel that pretty thing Suck that pretty thing ----------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Video Crime (David Bowie/Tony Sales/Hunt Sales) Ain't got room for charity Me, I'm crawling with no cash Me, I'm looking for hot flesh This skeleton's mine Chop it up Chop it up Blood on video-video crime Video crime Needles and pins and video crime Video crime I've got dollars-I've got sense Wonder where the Third World went Aint got time for honeymoon (chop it up) Trash Time Bundy, Death Row Chic (chop it up) Haunt this street from half past ten (chop it up) Blood on video-video crime Video crime Needles and pins and video crime Video crime Late night cannibal-cripples decay Just can't tear my eyes away Ain't got no room for charity (this skeleton's mine) Ain't got room for Hollywood (chop it up) Me, I'm crawling with no cash (chop it up) Blood on video-video crime Video crime Needles and pins and video crime Video crime I've got dollars I've got sense Wonder where the Third World went ------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Run (Kevin Armstrong/David Bowie) Wish I were a sailor Crossing an azure sea Under leaden skies Under your eyes But I can't see too far With these animal eyes Can't hold my breath Without your voice An' I'm danger-prone I'll be bound I'll be fast as hell Without your touch An' I'll run run run run run An' I'll run run run run run Without your love I'm a goldman I'm a soaring tower And it's cold in here Without your love Trouble in here-trouble out there Mainline problems til you no longer care Get a long-low life-it's duty bound No hope-no life-no you-ah ha And I run run run Run run run Without your love I duck the shots-tilt the world I talk myself crazy-shoot the breeze Shout to live-shoot to kill Double up in pain-I'm on my knees ---------------------------------------------- @SONG: Sacrifice Yourself (David Bowie/Tony Sales/Hunt Sales) Some days he feels so empty Just a talking head Married to a Klingon Who could cream him in the press God could detonate him God's the one we pick to curse us And 35 years pass him Like an evening at the circus CHORUS Don't sacrifice yourself Sacrifice yourself Surprise yourself Don't sacrifice yourself There it is, the look, the winner you Once talked of being Give her one last kiss and Dive right out the window screaming No truth decent, It was summer from the waist down She blew the troops right off your feet She tells you she's God's grammy CHORUS Her, the only game in town, a queen of competence Blind in front of mirrors, proving nothings says a lot Wham bam thank you Charlie Vanity is all You wander lonely to the scene A crawling up the walls CHORUS ------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Baby Can Dance (David Bowie) I'm rolling out of the ferris wheel No one looks and no one feels But the baby can the baby can The way it feels just feeling you Holding out and falling out But the baby can the baby can CHORUS I'm the jumping man I'm the jumping man But baby can float Baby can drown Baby can touch her toes Toss her hair Makes you feel you're going nowhere Baby can dance Baby can dance Baby can walk around the town Attract a man and cut him down I'm the shadow man the jumping jack The man who can and don't look back But the baby can the baby can I'm rolling out of the ferris wheel No one looks and no one feels But the baby can the baby can CHORUS And the way it feels I'm feeling you Everyday is far away Everyday, everyday It's over now It's over now CHORUS -------------------------------------------------- DON'T BLAME ME... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Eric Wincentsen "Greetings from the Humungous- 267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu The Lord Humungous!" Glendale Community College, -The Road Warrior Glendale, Arizona ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I DIDN'T VOTE FOR SLICK WILLY!