David Bowie - Fly Lyrics

David Bowie - Fly

The televisions on and I'm walking throught the yard
How's this life that sweet when I'm crying in the car
Dying for the weekend

The kids are alright but they don't smell much
The sellup in the garage in the decks and the stuff
Dying for the weekend

The boys on a charge but his mother doesn't know
I never got around yet I tell it my soul
But we only make it crazy

We'll I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head
But I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly

The televisions on and I'm walking throught the yard
How's this life that sweet when I'm crying in my car
Dying for the weekend

The kids are gonna get it in an all right way
Looking pretty though but I still want to say
(Do you really have to go?)

Down in the backstreet the skinny get cries
Bad judge saturday another life line
Dying for the weekend

We'll I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head
But I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly
When I can fly and fall to all the end and I can fly

I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head
I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly