Where do the children

Play nowadays tell me where

On their friggin’ phones

Green things are worth it

Worth dying to try to save

Green is Paradise

He bears a burden

He must destroy before it

Destroys every thing

Stay forever young

Easier said than done Pal

Let’s see you do it

Funked up Dinah Shore

With The Fonz and whatshername

It WAS a strange time

Young Americans

We want Young Americans

Ain’t there one damned song

Ziggy played guitar

With all the Spiders From Mars

Then they broke his hands

Major Tom still floats

In a most peculiar way

Far above the world

Lady d’Arbanville

There’s no waking love is there

When your love has died

His Good News kills me

It’s buried deep in my bones

It burns to come out