The Bewlay Brothers
David Bowie - 《iSelect》
LRC by lzh from jiangxi pingxiang
And so the story goes they wore the clothes
They said the things to make it seem improbable
Whale of a lie like they hope it was
And the good men tomorrow
Had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of brawn were nicer shown
And how they bought their positions
And the world was asleep to our latent fuss
Sighings swirl through the streets
Like the crust of the sun
Standing tall in the dark
Hanging out with your dwarf men
By your lack of conclusions
I was stone and he was wax
So he could scream and still relax unbelievable
And we frightened the small children away
And our talk was old and dust would flow
Through our veins and though it was midnight
Like the grim face on the cathedral floor
The solid book we wrote cannot be found today
And it was stalking time for the moon boys
With our backs on the arch
And if the Devil may be here
But he can't sing about that
You thought we were fakers
And now the dress is hung the ticket pawned
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
Woven on the edging of my pillow
And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead he could be not
He's chameleon comedian Corinthian and caricature
Shooting up pie in the sky
In the crutch hungry dark
Was where we flayed our mark
In the night walk pavilion
Lay me place and bake me pie
I'm starving for me gravy
Leave my shoes and door unlocked