Search
Song Lyrics
Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, I cried
'tis a pity she was a whore
'tis my curse, I suppose
That was patrol
That was patrol
This is the war.
Black struck the kiss, she kept my cock
Smote the mistress, drifting on
'tis a pity she was a whore
She stole my purse, with rattling speed
That was patrol
This is the war
'tis a pity she was a whore.
'tis a pity she was a whore.
Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, I cried
'tis a pity she was a whore
'tis my face, I suppose
That was patrol
That was patrol
'tis a pity she was a whore.
Album More music by David Bowie
Search
|
Video
Karaoke scroller
|