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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Bowie
Keyboards
Lynn Maitland
Background Vocals
Tony Visconti
Background Vocals
George Murray
Bass Guitar
Carlos Alomar
Guitar
Chuck Hammer
Guitar Synthesizer
Dennis Davis
Drums
Robert Fripp
Guitar
Roy Bittan
Piano
Chris Porter
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Bowie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Bowie
Producer
Tony Visconti
Producer
Jeff Hendrickson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Larry Alexander
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well, how come you only want tomorrow?
With its promise of something hard to do
A real life adventure with more than pieces of gold
[Verse 2]
Blue skies above and sun on your arms
Strength in your stride and hope in those squeaky clean eyes
You'll get chilly receptions everywhere you go
Blinded with desire, I guess the season is on
[Verse 3]
So, you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth
But it's all, but it's all used up
Break open your million dollar weapon
And push your luck
Still you push, still you push your luck
A broken nosed mogul, are you one of the new wave boys?
[Verse 4]
Same old thing in brand new drag comes sweeping into view
As ugly as teenage millionaire pretending it's a whiz kid world
You'll take me aside and say, "Well, David what should I do?
"They wait for me in the hallway"
I'll say, "Don't ask me, I don't know any hallways"
But they move in numbers and they've get me in a corner
I feel like a group of one, no, no, they can't do this to me
I'm not some piece of teenage wildlife
[Verse 5]
Those mid-wives to history put on their bloody robes
And the word is that the hunted one is out there on his own
And you're alone for maybe the last time
And you breathe for a long time
Then you howl like a wolf in a trap
And you dare not look behind
[Verse 6]
You fall to the ground like a leaf from the tree
And look up one time at that vast blue sky
Scream out aloud as they shoot you down
I'm not a piece of teenage wildlife
I'm not a piece of teenage wildlife
[Verse 7]
And no one will have seen and no one will confess
The fingerprints will prove that you couldn't pass the test
There'll be others on the line filing pass, who'll whisper low
I miss you, he really had to go
Well, each to his own, he was another teenage wild life
Another piece of teenage wild life
Another piece of teenage
Written by: David Bowie