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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Vocals
Hunt Sales
Hunt Sales
Drums
Tony Sales
Tony Sales
Bass
Carlos Alomar
Carlos Alomar
Guitar
David Bowie
David Bowie
Keyboards
R. Gardiner
R. Gardiner
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Bowie
David Bowie
Songwriter
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Songwriter
James Osterberg
James Osterberg
Songwriter
R. Gardiner
R. Gardiner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Producer
David Bowie
David Bowie
Producer
Colin Thurston
Colin Thurston
Producer
Eduard Meyer
Eduard Meyer
Recording Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Ian Cooper
Ian Cooper
Mastering Engineer
Richard Robinson
Richard Robinson
Mastering Engineer
Bewley Brothers
Bewley Brothers
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Down where your paint is cracking
Look down your back stairs, buddy
Somebody's living there and
He don't really feel the weather
And he don't share your pleasures
No, he don't share your pleasures
Did you see his eyes?
Did you see his crazy eyes?
[Verse 2]
And you're so surprised he doesn't run to catch your ash
Everybody always wants to kiss your trash
And you can't help him, no one can
And now that he knows
There's nothing to get
Will you still place your bet
Against the neighborhood threat
[Verse 3]
Somewhere a baby's pleading
Somewhere a mother's needing
Outside her boy is trying
But mostly he is crying
Did you see his eyes?
Did you see his crazy eyes?
[Verse 4]
And you're so surprised he doesn't run to catch your ash
Everybody always wants to kiss your trash
But you can't help him, no one can
And now that he knows
There's nothing to get
Not in this place
Not in your face
Will you still place your bet
Against the neighborhood threat
[Verse 5]
Now that he knows
There's nothing to get
Nothing to get
Not in this place
Not in your face
Will you still place your bet
Against the neighborhood threat
Written by: David Bowie, Pop Iggy, Ricky Gardiner
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