they kick him in the shin before
he takes his morning step
lovely boys with paper girls
wringing poles and fragile necks
he crumples every time they call
crooning like a music man
in this cramped and musty room
a window fan can't
blow away the sharp smell of sweat and cocaine
but an orange devil
armed with suspenders
can surely make up for the poor ambiance
oh he runs
party to party
catching trains
station to station
the glittering men fascinate him
at every turn
the shining girls catch his attention
'round every bend
but he's got a limp
can barely speak
doesn't remember how
the ground feels on his feet
yet here he is
torso scandalously tied with rope
dancing to iggy pop on the radiofabulously,
RB
a/n: David Bowie's diet in 1975 consisted of red peppers, cocaine, and milk.
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