Sacrifice Yourself [Bowie/T. Sales/H. Sales]

Some days he feels so empty, just a talking head
Married to a Kling-on who would cream him in the press
God could detonate him, God's the one we pick to curse us
And twenty-five years pass him like an evening at the circus

Don't sacrifice yourself
Don't sacrifice yourself

Surprise yourself
Don't sacrifice yourself

Don't sacrifice yourself
Don't sacrifice yourself

There it is, the look, the winner you once talked of being
Give her one last kiss and dive right out the window screaming
No truth decent, it was summer from the waist down
She blew the troops right off your feet, she tells you she's God's grammy

Don't sacrifice yourself
Don't sacrifice yourself

Surprise yourself
Don't sacrifice yourself

Don't sacrifice yourself
Don't sacrifice yourself

Her, the only game in town, a queen of competence
Blind in front of mirrors proving nothing says a lot
Wham bam, thank you, Charlie, vanity is all
You wander lonely to the scene a-crawling up the walls

Don't sacrifice yourself
Album(s)
Tin Machine - [Original 1989 EMI USA CD Release]
Tin Machine - [Reissued 1999 Virgin/EMI CD Release]
Single(s)
Under the God
Video(s)
Tin Machine Live: Oy Vey Baby
Tour(s)
The Tin Machine Tour
The Tin Machine "It's My Life" Tour