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(belew/bowie)
Gunman, my sort of star, we put you there
You’re all of us now, you’re all over town
On wrappers and cans, you’re bigger than life
You’re braver than dad
You’re a gunman, holding your own
You’re a gunman, never alone
Gunman, leader of packs, shadow of death,
Killer in chic, never betrayed, friend of our kids
You’re a gunman, holding your own
You’re a gunman, never alone
Gunman, trader in arms
The kids on the streets are buying your charms
Gunman, my sort of star,
We’re bleeding for you, we put you there
What would you give, you’re all of us now
We’re burning for you
You’re all over town, gunman,
You’re on wrappers and cans,
You’re bigger than life and we’re dying for you
And you’re braver than dad, gunman
You’re woman are dogs
But they’re braver than you
We’re bleeding for you
What would you give
We’re burning for you, gunman
We invented you,
Now we’ve got to live with you
You’re more solid than a rock
A rock of cocaine or crack or ice or death,
Like a rock of death
Like a gravestone,
Gunman
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