little tunes six fuckin' hours long And every journey's got destinations Which the traveler can't expect So how's that I'm always winding up Down here at land
Poor soul Spit upon that Poor soul He never knew what hit him And it hit him so Poor dunce He pushed back the pigmen The barbs laughed The fool is dead
There is a happy land where only children live They don't have the time to learn the ways Of you sir, Mr Grownup There's a special place in the rhubarb
Like the sunshine on the land And I am the sunshine You are the sunshine We are the sunshine Help me understand We are the sunshine on the land We are the sunshine on the land
source of despair I'll look out through the cockpit I will steady my hand And I will meet you in the promised land, I will meet you in the promised land
(Music: Bowie/Eno/Gabrels/Garson/ Kizilcay/Campbell - Lyrics: Bowie) Poor soul Spit upon that Poor soul He never knew what hit him And it hit him so
(Bowie) There is a happy land where only children live They don?t have the time to learn the ways Of you sir, Mr. Grownup There?s a special place in
Translation: David Benoit. Land Of The Loving.
Translation: David. A Small Plot Of Land.
Translation: David Bowie. There Is A Happy Land.
Translation: David Bowie. A Small Plot Of Land.
Translation: David Lee Roth. Land's Edge.
Translation: Wilcox, David. Sunshine On The Land.
: (Music: Bowie/Eno/Gabrels/Garson/ Kizilcay/Campbell - Lyrics: Bowie) Poor soul Spit upon that Poor soul He never knew what hit him And it hit him
