Текст: David Bowie. Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities. Sweet Head.

I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
And by the faggy park and the burnt out vans

I've got ninety-nine years of laying in the dark
And I'm far too young to lie
I've got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar
It's going to pay me before I die

So bob your sweet head, Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head, Shazam and come ball
With my guitar and me soprano, we can give you sweet head

I'm tough as glass and clean as night
Well, if looks can love, we can love all right
I'm your rubber peacock, angelic whore
I'm a wrought iron face upon the wall

I had ninety-nine days of murder come life
And I'm running away from it all
I got a bedroom every mirror in town
They're going to claim me if I fall

So bob your sweet head, Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head, Shazam and come ball
With my guitar and me soprano, we can give you sweet head

Sweet head, give you sweet head
While you're down there

See my eyes of blocked emotion, see my tremble, see my fall
Traumatics thick and fast, your faith in me can last
Besides I'm known to lay you, one and all

Look south the way your mother dwells
If she knew what's going down, she'd give you hell
I'm the kind of man she warned me of
Till there was rock, you only had God

You and I have a mutual vow
We both like young, and we both like loud
I got pretty shoes and I'm kid and proud
I'm street side out with my ear to the crowd

So bob your sweet head, Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
It's gonna rock it in your head, Shazam and come ball
With my guitar and me soprano, we can give you a sweet head

Move along sir