Fly

- Lyrics and music by David Bowie

The televisions on and I'm walking throught the yard

How's this life that sweet when I'm crying in the car

Dying for the weekend

The kids are alright but they don't smell much

The sellup in the garage in the decks and the stuff

Dying for the weekend

The boys on a charge but his mother doesn't know

I never got around yet I tell it my soul

But we only make it crazy

We'll I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head

But I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly

The televisions on and I'm walking throught the yard

How's this life that sweet when I'm crying in my car

Dying for the weekend

The kids are gonna get it in an all right way

Looking pretty though but I still want to say

(Do you really have to go?)

Down in the backstreet the skinny get cries

Bad judge saturday another life line

Dying for the weekend

We'll I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head

But I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly

When I can fly and fall to all the end and I can fly

I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head

I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly