Lyrics : David Bowie/Jerry Lordan
Music : David Bowie/Jerry Lordan
Producer : David Bowie
There's a graveyard by the station
Where the girls wear nylon skirts and
Sandals from Hungary
The boys ride their Riga 1s upon the little hill
Such sadness and grief
The kids die standing
That's where we made our trysts
And struggled with our guns
Would you still love me
If the clocks could go backwards?
The girls would fill with blood
And the grass would be green again
Remember the dead
They were so great, some of them
How does the grass grow?
Blood, blood, blood
Where do the boys lie?
Mud, mud, mud
How does the grass grow?
Blood, blood, blood
But I lived a blind life
A white face in prison
But you made a life out of nothing
Now I ride my black horse
I miss you more than you'll ever, ever know
Waiting with my red eyes and my stone heart
How does the grass grow?
Blood, blood, blood
Where do the boys lie?
Mud, mud, mud
How does the grass grow?
Blood, blood, blood
I gaze in defeat
At the stars in the night
The light in my life burnt away
There will be no tomorrow
Then you sigh in your sleep
And meaning returns with the day
Where do the boys lie?
Mud, mud, mud
How does the grass grow?
Blood, blood, blood
Audio Assistant : Brian Thorn/Kabir Hermon
Audio Engineer : Mario McNulty/Tony Visconti
母带重制 : John Webber
Backing Vocals : Gail Ann Dorsey
Guitar : David Torn/Gerry Leonard
Keyboard : David Bowie
Drums : Zachary Alford
Bass Guitar : Gail Ann Dorsey
Mastering Engineer : Dave McNair