Lyrics : David Bowie
Music : David Bowie
Producer : Tony Visconti
I'm just a rock star stabbing away
I take the
I take the leave for another day
A modern scholar
Just let me know if I sing too much
When you're head over heels and the magic is there but impossible
Possible
Impossible
And when the police take me away
Possible
Impossible
It wasn't you, it was mothers' day
Let's get this show on the road
Let's get atomica
Let's rock till we explode
Let's get atomica
Babe
Protect you from the voices
Protect you from the visions
Protect you from the silence for another day
These modern people sure know how to live
When you're head over heels and the magic is gone, it's impossible
Impossible
Impossible
Impossible
That we should swim in a covered-up pool
Impossible
Impossible
By the white trees dressed in purple tulle
Let's get this show on the road
Let's get atomica
Let's rock till we explode
Let's get atomica
I hold myself like a god,?like a god
I hold myself like a god, like a god
I hold myself like a god, like a god
I hold myself like a god, like a god
Babe
I'm just a pop star jumping away
I take the
I leave the sins for another day
A little puny
And just let me know if I talk too much
When you're head over heels and the magic is there but impossible
Impossible
Impossible
That we should swim in a covered-up pool
Impossible
Impossible
By the white trees dressed in purple tulle
Let's get this show on the road
Let's get atomica
Let's rock till we explode
Let's get atomica
Babe
Let's get this show on the road
Let's get atomica
Let's rock till we explode
Let's get atomica
Babe
Producer : David Bowie
母带重制 : John Webber
Backing Vocals : Erin Tonkon
Guitar : David Torn/Earl Slick/Gerry Leonard
Drums : Zachary Alford
Bass Guitar : Gail Ann Dorsey
Vocals : David Bowie
Percussion : Alex Alexander