Dead Man Walking (Live at the Phoenix Festival, Long Marston, 20th July, 1997) David Bowie

He swivels his head. Tears his eyes from the screen. As his past puts him back in Atlantic City
There's not even a demon in heaven or hell. Is it all just human disguise. As I walk down the aisle

And I'm gone, gone, gone. (gone, gone, gone spinning slack through reality)
Now I'm older than movies. (dance my way, falling up through the years)
And I know who's there (losing breath underwater when I'm gone, gone, gone)
When silhouettes fall. (spinning slack through reality)

And I'm gone. Like I'm dancing on angels. And I'm gone through the crack in the past. Like a dead man walking. Ah. Like a dead man walking. Ooh

Three old men dancing under her lamp lights. Shaking their sex in the bones. And the boys that we were. An alien nation in therapy. Sliding naked, anew. Like a bad tempered child. On the rain slicked streets




And I'm gone. Like I'm dancing on angels. And I'm gone through the crack in the past. Like a dead man walking. Like a dead man walking. Ooh. Like a dead man walking. Like a dead man walking. Ooh. Like a dead man…

And I'm gone, gone, gone. (gone, gone, gone spinning slack through reality)
Now I'm older than movies. (dance my way, falling up through the years)
Let me dance away. (until I swivel back round then I fly, fly, fly)
Now I'm wiser than dreams. (losing breath underwater well I'm gone, gone, gone)
Let me fly, fly, fly. (spin slack through reality)
While I'm touching tomorrow. (dance my way, falling up through the years)
(Until I swivel back round then I fly, fly, fly)

And I know who's there. (losing breath underwater when I'm gone, gone, gone)
When silhouettes fall. (spinning slack through reality)
And I'm gone
(Gone, gone, gone spinning slack through reality)
(Dance my way, falling up through the years)
(Until I swivel back round then I fly, fly, fly)
(Losing breath underwater well I'm gone, gone, gone)