We Prick You (London Wembley Arena November 11th 1995) Songtext
von David Bowie

White boys falling on the fires of night
(I wish you′d tell, I wish you'd tell)
Flesh punks burning in their glue
Revolution comes in the strangest way
(I wish you′d tell, I wish you'd tell)
I'd rather be inside you

Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
We prick you we prick you we prick you

Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
We prick you we prick you we prick you

You show respect even if you disagree
You show respect

You show respect even if you disagree
You show respect


Mama can I kiss you daddy can I tell
(We wish you well, we wish you well)
Innocence passed me by
Wanna be screwing when the nightmare comes
(I wish you well, I wish you well)
Wanna come quick and die

Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
We prick you we prick you we prick you

Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
We prick you we prick you we prick you

All the little rose-kissed foxy girls
Shoes, shoes, little white shoes
Where have all the flowers gone
All the little fragile champion boys
Toys, toys, little black toys
Dripping on the end of a gun
Even if you disagree

Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
We prick you we prick you we prick you


Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
We prick you we prick you we prick you

You show respect even if you disagree
You show respect

You show respect even if you disagree
You show respect

Shoes, shoes, little white shoes
(Even if you disagree, even if you disagree)
Toys, toys, little black toys
Wish you well, wish you well
Shoes, shoes, little white shoes
Wish you well, wish you well