David Bowie - Wood Jackson Lyrics
Jackson made twenty tapes in a dayTo give awayA give awayAnd he playThe tunes they'd call creative when they're running out of namesHeaven knows he's really torn it nowBut the names it hurt poor jackson stopped the haters in his wayHeaven knows he's for itSha-a-a-me!Hey heyHe was never quite unsure but really saneWants to playJackson stole twenty souls in a dayTo take awayA take awayHe takes awayAnd no complaintsHeart's upon his sleeve and his bladeWood jackson took the beating every day, given out, passed away, another wayHey heyJust wants to playAnd how he playedThe mob they bleed and tremble when they're running after lifeHeaven knows he's really torn it nowThe words that killed Wood jackson's friends were written on the wallHeaven knows he's for itShame!Just wants to playIt's a shameShameIt's a shameWants to playIt's a shameIt's a shameJust wants to play