Texty: David Bowie. Tin Machine. Sacrifice Yourself.

Some days he feels so empty
Just a talking head
Married to a Klingon
Who could cream him in the press

God could detonate him
God's the one we pick to curse us
Twenty-five years pass him
Like an evening at the circus

Don't sacrifice yourself
Don't sacrifice yourself
Surprise yourself

Don't sacrifice yourself
Don't sacrifice yourself
Don't sacrifice yourself

There it is, the look
The winner you once talked of being
Give her one last kiss and
Dive right out the window screaming

No truth decent
It was Summer from the waist down
She blew the shoes right off your feet
And tells you she's God's Grammy

Don't sacrifice yourself
Don't sacrifice yourself
Surprise yourself

Don't sacrifice yourself
Don't sacrifice yourself
Don't sacrifice yourself

Her, the only game in town
A queen of confidence
Blind in front of mirrors
Proving nothings says a lot

Wham bam thank you Charlie
Vanity is all
You wander lonely to the scene
A crawling up the walls

Don't sacrifice yourself