Dollar Days - David Bowie

Cash girls suffer me, I’ve got no enemies

I’m walking down

It’s nothing to me

It’s nothing to see

If I’ll never see the English evergreens I’m running to

It’s nothing to me

It’s nothing to see

I’m dying to

Push their backs against the grain

And fool them all again and again

I’m trying to

We bitches tear our magazines

Those oligarchs with foaming mouths come

Now and then

Can’t believe for just one second I’m forgetting you

I’m trying to

I’m dying to

Dollar days, survival sex

Honour stretching tails to necks

I’m falling down

It’s nothing to me

It’s nothing to see

If I’ll never see the English evergreens I’m running to

It’s nothing to me

It’s nothing to see

I’m dying to

Push their backs against the grain

And fool them all again and again

I’m trying to

It’s all gone wrong but on and on

The bitter nerve ends never end

I’m falling down

Don’t believe for just one second I’m forgetting you

I’m trying to

I’m dying to

I’m trying to

I’m dying to

I’m trying to

I’m dying to

I’m trying to

I’m dying to

I’m trying to

I’m dying to