The Man Who Sold the World lyrics

In the corner of the morning in the past
I would sit and blame the master first and last
All the roads were straight and narrow
And the prayers were small and yellow
And the rumour spread that I was aging fast
Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping by a tree.

And I looked and frowned and the monster was me

Well, I said hello and I said hello

Day after day
They send my friends away
To mansions cold and grey
To the far side of town
Where the thin men stalk the streets
While the sane stay underground

Day after day
They tell me I can go
They tell me I can blow
To the far side of town
Where it's pointless to be high
'Cause it's such a long way down
So I tell them that
I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm

Pack a pack horse up and rest up here on
Black Country Rock

You never know, you might find it here on
Black Country Rock

Some say the view is crazy
But you may adopt another point of view
So if it's much too hazy
You can leave my friend and me with fond adieu

Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, Oh by jingo

There's no room for anger, we're all very small, Oh by jingo

We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies,
From paradise
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball.
Won't someone invite them
They're just taller children, that's all, after all

Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, Oh by jingo

I count the corpses on my left, I find I'm not so tidy
So I better get away, better make it today
I've cut twenty-three down since Friday
But I can't control it, my face is drawn
My instinct still emotes it

I slash them cold, I kill them dead
I broke the gooks, I cracked their heads
I'll bomb them out from under the beds
But now I've got the running gun blues

President Joe once had a dream
The world held his hand, gave their pledge

So he told them his scheme for a Saviour Machine

They called it the Prayer, its answer was law
Its logic stopped war, gave them food
How they adored till it cried in its boredom

'Please don't believe in me, please disagree with me

Life is too easy, a plague seems quite feasible now
or maybe a war, or I may kill you all

We met upon a hill, the night was cool and still
She sucked my dormant will
Mother, she blew my brain, I will go back again
My God, she shook me cold

I had no time to spare, I grabbed her golden hair
And threw her to the ground
Father, she craved my head, Oh Lord, the things she said
My God, she should be told

I was very smart, broke the gentle hearts
Of many young virgins

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't then, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for foreign land, for years and years I roamed

When all the world was very young
And mountain magic heavy hung
The supermen would walk in file
Guardians of a loveless isle
And gloomy browed with superfear their tragic endless lives

Could heave nor sigh
In solemn, perverse serenity, wondrous beings chained to life

Strange games they would play then
No death for the perfect men
Life rolls into one for them
So softly a supergod cries

Come on strong, girl

Oh, lay your heavy trip on me

The church of man, love

Is such a holy place to be

Make me, baby

Make me know you really care

Make me jump into the air

CHORUS

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe

Put your ray gun to my head

Press your space face close to mine, love [oh no]

Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!

Oh, right on!

Listen baby, let me lie low, lie low with you

To be lie-high-high-high

High-high lie-low lie

Slowly, it's good and holy

Helping one another, just a righteous brother

Lifetime, give me back my lifetime

I don't want to be an angel, just a little bit evil

Feel the devil in me

Holy, holy

Hold on to anyone, hold on to anyone

But just let me be

Holy, holy

VERSE

Never had a good thing going

And, you know, never had a thing on

My baby got out last Monday

And me, I'm on a radio show

CHORUS

So come on

Come on

We really got a good thing going

(Well) Come on

(Well) Come on

If you think we're gonna make it

You better hang on to yourse..el..elf

VERSE

CHORUS (x3)

Oh

Alright

Alright

Come on

I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you
I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut, you're squawking like a big monkey bird
And I'm busting up my brains for the words

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

1,2
Well she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh collector
Layin' on 'lectric dreams

So come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going
Well come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself

I'll give you back my farm and I'll give you back my house

I'll give you back my right to be free

I've got moon, I've got sun

Lightning, lightning, lightning

I've got me, I've got you

Frightening, frightening, frightening

I'll give you back my farm and I'll give you back my house

I'll give you back my right to be free

I'll give you back my farm and I'll give you back my house