Five Years
Pushing through the market square
So many mothers sighin'
News had just come over
We had five years left to cryin'
News guy wept and told us
Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
Then I knew, he wasn't lying
I heard telephones, opera house
Favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys
Electric irons and TVs
My brain hurt like a warehouse
It had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things
To store everything in there
All the fat, skinny peoplе
And all the tall 'n' short people
And all thе nobody people
And all the somebody people
I never thought, I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head
Hit some tiny children
And if the black guy hadn't have pulled her off
I sware, she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm
Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
While the queen threw up at the sight of that
I think, I saw you in an ice-cream parlour
Drinking milkshakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
I don't think you knew, you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained
So I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma
And I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race
The way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful
I want you to walk
Five years
Five years
Five years
Five years
That's all we've got
We've got five years (five years)
Stuck on my eye
Five years (five years)
What a surprise
We've got five years (five years)
My brain hurts a lot
Five years (five years)
That's all we've got
We've got five years (five years)
What a surprise
Five years (five years)
Stuck on my eyes
Five years (five years)
My brain hurts a lot
Five years (five years)
That's all we've got
We've got five years (five years)
Stuck on my eyes
Five years (five years)
What a surprise (five years)
What a surprise (five years)
(Five years)
(Five years)
(Five years)
(Five years)
So many mothers sighin'
News had just come over
We had five years left to cryin'
News guy wept and told us
Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
Then I knew, he wasn't lying
I heard telephones, opera house
Favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys
Electric irons and TVs
My brain hurt like a warehouse
It had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things
To store everything in there
All the fat, skinny peoplе
And all the tall 'n' short people
And all thе nobody people
And all the somebody people
I never thought, I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head
Hit some tiny children
And if the black guy hadn't have pulled her off
I sware, she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm
Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
While the queen threw up at the sight of that
I think, I saw you in an ice-cream parlour
Drinking milkshakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
I don't think you knew, you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained
So I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma
And I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race
The way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful
I want you to walk
Five years
Five years
Five years
Five years
That's all we've got
We've got five years (five years)
Stuck on my eye
Five years (five years)
What a surprise
We've got five years (five years)
My brain hurts a lot
Five years (five years)
That's all we've got
We've got five years (five years)
What a surprise
Five years (five years)
Stuck on my eyes
Five years (five years)
My brain hurts a lot
Five years (five years)
That's all we've got
We've got five years (five years)
Stuck on my eyes
Five years (five years)
What a surprise (five years)
What a surprise (five years)
(Five years)
(Five years)
(Five years)
(Five years)
Credits
Writer(s): David Bowie
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