When you're burned by the need, heartache won't let go
And you're searching in your soul for a stranger who won't say no
Steal a way to my soul just as fast as you can
You can lock away your tears and bring your body to the pleasure man.

I've got molten magic in my fingertips to ease all your pain
A thousand secret ways to make your lonely kisses fall like the rain.

When you're lost in a crowd, nowhere on the run
And you're walking in a dream wide awake thinking who is the one
I'm waiting here, no surprise 'cause I understand
You can rest your hungry soul and bring your body to the pleasure man.

I've got molten magic in my fingertips to ease all your pain
A thousand secret ways to make your lonely kisses fall like the rain, yeah.

When you're lost in a crowd, nowhere on the run
And you're walking in a dream wide awake thinking who is the one
Come to the only one you know who cares
Who do we all need and bring your body to the pleasure man.

I've got molten magic in my fingertips to ease all your pain
A thousand secret ways to make your lonely kisses fall like the rain.

There I stood like soap on heat
While blood ran thick past both my quaking feet
Into the street

J.J. Dean and Pigsty Paul, just coughed and grinned
And sank into the pack, don't turn me back

J.J. had blessed us
Cramped me up with salt, Tequila, lemon peel(C'mon, c'mon)
My heart began to reel.(C'mon, Let's do it again)

Hey Ma Get Papa
Soon you'll have no son to bitch
You're gonna cry(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
I've left a man to die.(I've left some man to die)

(Speaks when he screams), with his old black jeans
And a spike from the ground, and all I saw was red
When he touched my head

So I picked up a spike, that once was a fence
And I stuck it in his side, and all we saw was red, oh Ma!
He must be dead

Good God, we cracked out
Never threw up until we had run, ten blocks or more (C'mon, c'mon)
Then we really poured.(C'mon, Let's do it again)

Hey Ma Get Papa
Soon you'll have no son to bitch
You're gonna cry (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
I've left some man to die.(I've left some man to die)

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Writer(s): David Bowie, Mick Ronson