He looked a lot like Che Guevara
Drove a Beetle van
Kept his gun in quiet seclusion
Such a humble man
The only survivor
Of the National People's Gang
I screamed and ran
To smash my favourite slot machine
Panic in Detroit
He left me an autograph
I wish someone would phone...
Random lyrics from a most excellent song with fabtastic drumming pounding along on top of the bass with wailing women and twisting guitar. A glorious mess of sound.
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A hymn of praise to Mr. Bowie's Burroughs-like cut-up lyrics.
Or some serious drugs.
I'm not on 'serious drugs' but since you suggest it ...
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