Music by David Bowie and Warren Peace
(all information and lyrics reprinted without permission)
See a black Eldorado
Aw, rolling along down below my window
That black girl in the back looks pretty good
Christ! She's beautiful
You know how soft she is
I don't know what it feels like
I'm so far away from her
Jesus, this is Iggy
You, you might as well come with me
Then you ride, you ride
There's talk, and I don't wanna talk
Oh Momma: I shot myself down
Oh Momma: I shot myself down
Oh Momma: I shot myself down
Oh Momma
Oh Momma
Did I tell you?
I shot myself down
And they're stepping on our hearts (stepping on our hearts)
Stepping on our hearts
I don't know why
They're stepping on our hearts (stepping on our hearts)
Stepping on our hearts
Damn, I don't know why
They're stepping on our hearts
Stepping on our hearts
Stepping on our hearts
Stepping on our hearts
Stepping on our hearts
Stepping on our hearts
Can't you see?
Stepping on our hearts
How come the blacks
How come they come to you so good?
They get off on you so sexually
If you wanna make it . . .
Young man gotta make somebody come
Come out of you black
Come out of you black, black and strong
Black, black and strong
Black and strong
Black
Strong
Bleh
Jesus it's cold in this room
You know I never, I never told you about this
But there's one guy, somebody I really love
He's never around
He's always taking take things that could be alright, that could be nice
And makes them so ugly, so damned ugly
And we put out the lights on them
We make it dark, we put out the lights!
On them
It's idiots like you that screw me up
I know there's nothing to you
And I don't know why I treat you so kind
Come down and dance with me, dance with me
You got nobody left but me
Accept me
Don't reject me
Don't forget me
Momma: what color will the lights be?
Will they turn blue on me?
Momma: what color will the lights be?
(Will they turn blue on me?) Will they turn blue on me?
Momma (will they turn blue on me)
I shot myself up
Oh Momma I shot myself (up, up, up, up, up, up) Momma
I shot myself up [up, up, up, up, up] Momma
I shot myself up
Down up down, my Momma
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Momma
I didn't know what I was doing
I didn't mean to
But I did
Momma I shot myself
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Originally released by RCA (September 1977) on Iggy Pop's album Lust For Life
Produced by David Bowie
Iggy Pop lead vocals
Hunt Sales drums, vocals
Tony Sales bass, vocals
Carlos Alomar guitars, vocals
Ricky Gardiner guitars, vocals
David Bowie piano, vocals
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Lust for Life
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2 comments:
One of my favourite Iggy songs. That soaring, haunting , disturbing vocal. But those aren't the correct words, as you damn well know, Dicky Boy. Someone has heard this on a crackly radio and taken them down wrongly. Nightclubbing is fabulous, too.
My dearest Gercasty: you must send me corrected lyrics. I know your high-end grain-soaked brain hears much more clearly than mine!
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