The Width of a Circle [Bowie]

In the corner of the morning in the past
I would sit and blame the master first, but last
All the roads were straight and narrow, and the prayers were small and yellow
And the rumour spread that I was aging fast

Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping by a tree
And I looked, and frowned, and the monster was me

Well, I said, "Hello," and I said, "Hello"
And I asked, "Why not?" and I replied, "I don't know"
So we asked a simple black bird who was happy as can be
Well, he laughed insane and quipped, "Kahlil Gibran"

And I cried for all the others till the day was nearly through
For I realized that God's a young man too

So I said, "So long," and I waved bye-bye
And I smashed my soul and traded my mind
Got laid by a young bordello who was vaguely half asleep
For which my reputation swept back home in drag

And the morals of this magic spell negotiate my hide
When God did take my logic for a ride

Riding along

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

He swallowed his pride and puckered his lips
And showed me the leather belt round his hips
My knees were shaking, my cheeks a-flame
He said, "You'll never go down to the gods again"
(Turn around, go back)

He struck the ground, a cavern appeared
And I smelt the burning pit of fear
We crashed a thousand yards below
I said, "Do it again, do it again"
(Turn around, go back)

His nebulous body swayed above
His tongue swollen with devil's love
The snake and I, a venom high
I said, "Do it again, do it again"
(Turn around, go back)

Breathe, breathe, breathe deeply
And I was seething, breathing deeply
Spitting sentry, horned and tailed
Waiting for you

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh