Time

Time, he's waiting in the wings

He speaks of senseless things

His script is you and me, boy

Time, he flexes like a whore

Falls wanking to the floor

His trick is you and me, boy

Time, in quaaludes and red wine

Demanding Billy Dolls

And other friends of mine

Take your time

The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain

Incestuous and vain

And many other last names

Oh, well, I look at my watch, it says nine twenty-five

And I think "Oh God, I'm still alive"

David Bowie, 1947-2016

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