Paroles Mass Production

Paroles de la chanson Mass Production :
Pop/bowie

Before you go
Do me a favour
Give me a number
Of a girl almost like you
With legs almost like you
Im buried deep in mass production
Youre not nothing new
I like to drive along the freeways
See the smokestacks belching
Breasts turn bronw
So warm and so brown

Though I try to die
You put me back on the line
Oh damn it to hell
Back on the line - hell
Back on the line
Again and again
Im back on the line
Again and again
And I see my face here
And its there in the mirror
And its up in the air
And Im down on the ground

By the way
Im going for cigarettes
And since youve gotta go
Wont you do me that favour
Wont you give me that number
Wont you get me that girl
Yeah, shes almost like you
Yes, shes almost like you
And Im almost like him
Yes, Im almost like him
Yes, Im almost like him
Yeah, Im almost like him