Diamond Dogs
(Bowie)
Tony Newman: Drums
Aynsley Dunbar: Drums
Herbie Flowers: Bass
Mike Garson: Keyboards
Bowie: Guitar, Saxes, Moog and Mellotron
Written, arranged and produced by Bowie
Engineer: Keith Harwood
This ain't rock'n'roll. This is genocide!
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your ten inch
stump
Dressed like a priest you was
Tod Browning's freak you was
Crawling down the alley on your hands and
knee
I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to
see
The diamond dogs are poachers and
they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will,
mannequins with kill appeal
CHORUS:
I'll keep a friend serene
Oh baby, come unto me
Well, she's come, been and gone.
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, they call them the Diamond
Dogs
Young girl, they call them the Diamond
Dogs
The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
The elevator's broke, so he slides down a
rope
Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go
Meet his little hussy with his ghost town
approach
Her face is sans feature, but she wears a
Dali brooch
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother
used to bake
Wrecked up and paralyzed,
Diamond Dogs are sableized
CHORUS
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Call them the Diamond Dogs
In the year of the scavenger, the season of
the bitch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the
ditch
Just another future song, lonely little kitsch
(There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up
tomorrow
CHORUS
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Keep cool
Diamond Dogs rule, OK
Beware of the Diamond Dogs
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