| I'll ruin everything you are, I'll give you television. |
David Bowie, |
China Girl |
| Illusion I will be, for I've never been a sinner. |
David Bowie, |
Battle For Britain |
| Oooh, fashion, we are the goon squad and were coming to town, beep beep. |
David Bowie, |
Fashion |
| Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly. |
David Bowie, |
Ziggy Stardust |
| Hear this Robert Zimmerman, I wrote a song for you, about a strange young man called Dylan with a voice like sand and glue. |
David Bowie, |
Song For Bob Dylan |
| Listen to me, don't listen to me. Talk to me, don't talk to me. |
David Bowie, |
Fashion |
| Some people are marching together and some on their own. Others are running, the smaller ones crawl. But some sit in silence. |
David Bowie, |
After All |
| All the great mystical religions put a strong emphasis on the redeeming qualities of sex. |
David Bowie, |
Sex And The Church |
| Church on time, makes me party. |
David Bowie, |
Modern Love |
| God is an American. |
David Bowie, |
I'm Afraid Of Americans |
| Feeling so gay, feeling so gay. |
David Bowie, |
Fame |
| I'm drawn between the light and dark. |
David Bowie, |
Quicksand |
| Money goes to money heaven, body goes to body hell. |
David Bowie, |
I Can't Read |
| Secret thinker sometimes listening aloud. |
David Bowie, |
Win |
| He took it all too far, but boy could he play guitar. |
David Bowie, |
Ziggy Stardust |
| I am a D.J., I am what I play. |
David Bowie, |
D.J. |
| This ain't rock and roll, this is genocide. |
David Bowie, |
Diamond Dogs |
| I'll paint you mornings of gold, spin you valentine evenings. |
David Bowie, |
As The World Falls Down |
| I'll place my love beneath the stars. |
David Bowie, |
As The World Falls Down |
| Nothing prepared me for your smile. |
David Bowie, |
Thursday's Child |
| I've been putting out the fire with gasoline. |
David Bowie, |
Cat People |
| He says he's a beautician and sells you nutrition, and keeps all your dead hair for making underwear. |
David Bowie, |
Jean Genie |
| You've got your mother in a whirl, she's not sure if your a boy or a girl. |
David Bowie, |
Rebel Rebel |
| I'd rather stay here with all the madmen than perish with the sadmen roaming free. |
David Bowie, |
All The Madmen |
| In my madness I see your face in mine. |
David Bowie, |
An Occasional Dream |