Текст песни David Bowie - D.J.

Текст:

I'm home, lost my job And incurably ill You think this is easy realism I've got a girl out there I suppose I think she's dancin' I feel like Dan Dare lies down I think she's dancin' What do I know? I am a D.J. I am what I play Can't turn around no, can't turn around I am a D.J. I am what I play Can't turn around no, can't turn around I am a D.J. I am what I play I got believers (Kiss-Kiss) Believing me. One more weekend of lights and evening faces Fast Food, living nostalgia Humble pie or bitter fruit I am a D.J. I am what I play Can't turn around no, can't turn around I am a D.J. I am what I play I've got believers (Kiss-Kiss) Believing me He used to be my boss And now he is a puppet dancer I am a D.J. And I've got believers

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