Dirty Boys - David Bowie

Something likes you like a rose

Living on a lonely road

I will pull you out of there

We will go to Finchley fair

I will buy you feather hat

I will steal a cricket bat

Smash some windows, make a noise

We will run with dirty boys

When the sun goes down

When the sun goes down and the die is cast

When the die is cast and you have no choice

We will run with dirty boys

We all gone mad

We all want you

Vinny and the boys, we all go through

You got to learn to hold your tongue

This ain’t the moon this is burning, son

When the sun goes down

When the sun goes down and the die is cast

When the die is cast and you have no choice

We will run with dirty boys