Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders From Mars: The Motion Picture Soundtrack
Live - 7 agosto 1983 - Debaser id 19975

She's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh collector
Layin on 'letric dreams

Chorus:
So come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going
Come on, come on, if you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself

We can't dance, we don't talk much, just ball and play
But then we move around like tigers on vaseline
The bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
You're the blessed, we're the spiders from Mars

Repeat Chorus

Ziggy played guitar,
jamming good with Weird and Gilly
And the spiders from Mars.
He played it left hand,
But made it too far,
Became the special man,
then we were Ziggy's band.

Ziggy really sang,
screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan,
he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'em to hang
They came on so loaded man,
well hung and snow white tan.

So where were the spiders
while the fly tried to break our bones
Just the beer light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and
should we crush his sweet hands?

Ziggy played for time,
Jiving us that we were voodoo
The kids were just crass,
he was the nazz
With God given ass
He took it all too far
But boy could he play guitar.

Making love with his ego
Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man
I had to break up the band.

Ziggy played gui...tar

I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa comin' for you
I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut, you're squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I'm bustin' up my brains for the words

Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!

Don't fake it baby, lay the real thing on me
The church of man, love
Is such a holy place to be
Make me baby, make me know you really care
Make me jump into the air

Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah! (repeat 3x)

Freak out, far out, in out

Ground control to Major Tom
Ground control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground control to Major Tom
(10, 9, 8, 7)
Commencing countdown, engines on
(6, 5, 4, 3)
Check ignition, and may God's love be with you
(2, 1, liftoff)

This is ground control to Major Tom,
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is Major Tom to ground control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in the most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

For here am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue, and there's nothing I can do

Though I'm past 100,000 miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much, she knows

Ground control to Major Tom,
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me Major Tom?
Can you hear me Major Tom?
Can you hear me Major Tom?
Can you...

Here am I floating in my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet Earth is blue, and there's nothing I can do....

My death waits like an old roue'
so confident, I'll go his way
whistle to him
and the passing time...
my death waits like a bible truth
at the funeral of my youth
we drank for that -
the passing time..
my death waits like
a witch at night
as surely as our love is right
let's not think of that or the passing time

But whatever lies behind the door
there is nothing much to do...
angel or devil, I don't care
for in front of that door...
there is you.

My death waits like a beggar blind
who sees the world through an unlit mind
throw him a dime
for the passing time...
my death waits to allow my friends
a few good times
before it ends
let's not think about
and the passing time..
my death waits there, between your thighs,
your cool fingers will close my eyes,
let's not think about the passing time.

For whatever lies behind the door
there is nothing much to do...
angel or devil, I don't care
for in front of that door...
there is you.

My death waits there among the leaves
in magician's mysterious sleeves,
rabbits and dogs, and the passing time...
my death waits there, among the flowers
where the blackest shadows cowers
so let's pick lilacs
the passing time..
my death waits there, in a double bed
sails of oblivion and my head
let's not think about
the passing time.

But whatever lies behind the door
there is nothing much to do...
angel or devil, I don't care
for, in front of that door...
there is you.