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PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Bowie
David Bowie
Vocals
Herbie Flowers
Herbie Flowers
Bass Guitar
Aynsley Dunbar
Aynsley Dunbar
Drums
Tony Newman
Tony Newman
Drums
Alan Parker
Alan Parker
Guitar
Mike Garson
Mike Garson
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Bowie
David Bowie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Bowie
David Bowie
Producer
Keith Harwood
Keith Harwood
Engineer
Nigel Reeve
Nigel Reeve
Mastering Engineer
Peter Mew
Peter Mew
Mastering Engineer
Tony Visconti
Tony Visconti
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This ain't rock'n'roll, this is genocide
[Verse 2]
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicon hump and your ten-inch stump
Dressed like a priest, you was
Todd Browning streak, he was
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee
I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see
The Diamond Dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground, they will, mannequins with kill appeal
[Verse 3]
(Will they come?) I keep a friend serene
(Will they come?) Oh, baby, come unto me
(Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone
[Verse 4]
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
[Verse 5]
That Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope
Onto the street below, oh, Tarzie, go man go
Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach
Her face her is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch
Sweetly reminiscent something mother used to bake
Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are stabilized
[Verse 6]
(Will they come?) I keep a friend serene
(Will they come?) Oh, baby, come unto me
(Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone
[Verse 7]
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Call them the Diamond Dogs
[Verse 8]
In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
Just another future song, lonely little kitsch
(There's gonna be sorrow) Try and wake up tomorrow
[Verse 9]
(Will they come?) I keep a friend serene
(Will they come?) Oh, baby, come unto me
(Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone
[Verse 10]
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Call them, they call them
Call them the Diamond Dogs
(Call them, call them)
Call them the Diamond Dogs
[Verse 11]
Keep cool
Diamond Dogs rule, okay
(Beware of the Diamond Dogs)
(Beware of the Diamond Dogs)
(Beware of the Diamond Dogs)
(Beware of the Diamond Dogs)
(Beware of the Diamond Dogs)
Written by: David Bowie
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