Beck  -  Diamond  Dogs

  Written  by  David  Bowie

  From  Moulin  Rouge  Soundtrack

    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  streak  he  was

  Crawling  down  the  alley  on

  Your  hands  and  your  knees,

  Im  sure  youre  not  protected

  For  its  plain  to  see

  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,  shes  come,  been,  and  gone

        Come  out  of  the  garden,  baby

    Youll  catch  a  death  in  the  fog

      Young  girls,  they  call  them

      The  Diamond  Dogs

    In  the  year  of  the  scavenger

  Season  of  the  b****

  Sashay  on  the  board-walk

  Scurry  to  the  ditch

  Just  another  future  song

  Lonely  little  Keats

  Theres  gonna  be  sorrow

  Try  and  wake  up  for  tomorrow

  The  Halloween  Jack

  Is  a  real  cool  cat,

  And  he  lives  on  top

  Of  Manhattan  Chase

  The  elevators  broke

  So  he  slides  down  a  rope

  Onto  the  street  below

  Oh  Tarzie,  go  man,  go

    Who-who-who…

      END