Is David Bowie Dying?

Take your golden tooth, try to throw it to the moon, ahh

Take your mouth and scream whistle wasted in your dreams, ahh

Take your eyes and leave, one for love and one for me, ahh

Take your ears, they must be filled with tons of meteoric dust, ahh

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

At the mountain you scream, now the fountain reveals

Has filled you up and made you whole

Goodbye, goodbye...

Take your legs and run into the death-rays of the sun, aah

Take your legs and run into the death-rays of the sun, aah

Take your legs and run into the death-rays of the sun, aah

Take your legs and run into the death-rays of the sun, the sun

Take your legs and run into the death rays of the sun, aah