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Bowie sings: "There is no hell like an old hell." "Lies jump in queue to be first in line. Such a shameless design." "This little town let me down. This foreign rain brings me down." "And my hands shake, my head hurts, my voice sticks inside my throat. I'm invisible and dumb, no-one will recall me." "I make it a thing, to glance in window panes and look pleased with myself." "Look south the way your mother dwells. If she knew what's going down, she'd give you hell. I'm the kind of man she warned me of. Till there was rock, you only had god." "Let me put my arms around your head. Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed." "He could lick 'em by smiling. He could leave 'em to hang." "Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe. Put your ray gun to my head. Press your space face close to mine, love." "Look at his eyes. Did you see his crazy eyes?"