Future Legend

And in the death

As the last few corpses lay

rotting on the slimy thoroughfare

The shutters lifted in inches in Temperance

Building

High on Poacher's Hill

And red mutant eyes gaze down on Hunger

City

No more big wheels

 

Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the

size of cats

And ten thousand peoploids split into small

tribes

Coveting the highest of the sterile

skyscrapers

Like packs of dogs

assaulting the glass fronts of Love-Me

Avenue

Ripping and rewrapping mink and

shiny silver fox, now legwarmers

Family badge of sapphire and cracked

emerald

Any day now

 

The Year of the Diamond Dogs

Songtext: Bowie, David