Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Vocals
Tony Sales
Tony Sales
Bass
Hunt Sales
Hunt Sales
Drums
Carlos Alomar
Carlos Alomar
Guitar
David Bowie
David Bowie
Keyboards
R. Gardiner
R. Gardiner
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Bowie
David Bowie
Songwriter
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Songwriter
James Osterberg
James Osterberg
Songwriter
R. Gardiner
R. Gardiner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Producer
David Bowie
David Bowie
Producer
Colin Thurston
Colin Thurston
Producer
Eduard Meyer
Eduard Meyer
Recording Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Ian Cooper
Ian Cooper
Mastering Engineer
Richard Robinson
Richard Robinson
Mastering Engineer
Bewley Brothers
Bewley Brothers
Producer

Lyrics

Down where your paint is cracking Look down your backstairs buddy Somebody's living there He don't really feel the weather And he don't share your pleasures No, he don't share your pleasures Did you see his eyes? Did you see his crazy eyes? And you're so surprised, he doesn't run to catch your ash Everybody always wants to kiss your trash And you can't help him, no one can And now that he knows there's nothing to get Will you still place your bet Against the neighborhood threat? Somewhere a baby's feeding Somewhere a mother's needing Outside her boy is trying But mostly he is crying Did you see his eyes? Did you see his crazy eyes? And you're so surprised, he doesn't run to catch your ash Everybody always wants to kiss your trash You can't help him, no one can And now that he knows there's nothing to get Not in this place, not in your face Will you still place your bet Against the neighborhood threat? Now that he knows there's nothing to get Nothing to get Not in this place Not in your face Will you still place your bet Against the neighborhood threat?
Writer(s): David Bowie, Ricky Gardiner, James Newell Osterberg Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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