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Lyrics for Diamond Dogs
By David Bowie

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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 silicon hump and your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was
Todd 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

Will they come? I keep a friend serene
Will they come? Oh, baby, come unto me
Will they come? Well, she's come, been and gone
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch a 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 broach
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake
Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sable-ized

Will they come? I keep a friend serene
Will they come? Oh, baby, come unto me
Will they come? Well, she's come, been and gone
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch a death in the fog
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Who-who-who call them the Diamond Dogs
Who-who-who call them the Diamond Dogs - oh
Awhoo! who who!

In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch
Sashay on the board-walk, scurry to the ditch
Just another future song, lonely little Keats
There's gonna be sorrow, try and wake up tomorrow

Will they come? I keep a friend serene
Will they come? Oh, baby, come unto me
Will they come? Well, she's come, been and gone
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch a death in the fog
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Who-who-who call them the Diamond Dogs
Who-who-who call them the Diamond Dogs
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Call them the Diamond Dogs ....
Beware of the Diamond Dogs, beware of the Diamond Dogs ....
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