David Bowie - Fly lyrics

David Bowie - Fly The televisions on and I'm walking throught the yard How's this life that sweet when I'm crying in the car Dying for the weekend The kids are alright but they don't smell much The sellup in the garage in the decks and the stuff Dying for the weekend The boys on a charge but his mother doesn't know I never got around yet I tell it my soul But we only make it crazy We'll I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head But I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly The televisions on and I'm walking throught the yard How's this life that sweet when I'm crying in my car Dying for the weekend The kids are gonna get it in an all right way Looking pretty though but I still want to say (Do you really have to go?) Down in the backstreet the skinny get cries Bad judge saturday another life line Dying for the weekend We'll I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head But I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly When I can fly and fall to all the end and I can fly I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly