Fly

- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
 The televisions on and I'm walking throught the yard
 How's this life that sweet when I'm crying in the car
 Dying for the weekend
 The kids are alright but they don't smell much
 The sellup in the garage in the decks and the stuff
 Dying for the weekend
 The boys on a charge but his mother doesn't know
 I never got around yet I tell it my soul
 But we only make it crazy
 We'll I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head
 But I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly
 The televisions on and I'm walking throught the yard
 How's this life that sweet when I'm crying in my car
 Dying for the weekend
 The kids are gonna get it in an all right way
 Looking pretty though but I still want to say
 (Do you really have to go?)
 Down in the backstreet the skinny get cries
 Bad judge saturday another life line
 Dying for the weekend
 We'll I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head
 But I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly
 When I can fly and fall to all the end and I can fly
 I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head
 I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly