As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
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You asked for the latest party
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With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump
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Dressed like a priest you was
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Todd Browning's freak you was
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Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee
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I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see
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The Diamond Dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
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Hunt you to the ground they will,
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mannequins with kill appeal
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[CHORUS]
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(Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene
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(Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me
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(Will they come?)
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Well, she's come, been and gone.
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Come out of the garden, baby
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You'll catch your death in the fog
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Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
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The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
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And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
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The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope
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Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go
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Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach
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Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch
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Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake
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Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sableized
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[CHORUS]
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In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch
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Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the Ditch
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Just another future song, lonely little kitsch
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(There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow
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[CHORUS]
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Ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs [x2]
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Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow
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Call them the Diamond Dogs [ad lib]
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Keep cool - Diamond Dogs rule, OK
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Beware of the Diamond Dogs [repeat]
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Diamond Dogs
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David Bowie |