You leave your dressing gown cord
Draped 'round curved table legs
The last of your coffee
Is sweet with the dregs
You collect up the paper
And you take it to bed
Say 'good-night' to the voices inside

There's a crack in the sub-frame
It lets in the exhaust
There's a groove in the paint-work
Where the window was forced
A face framed in mock-leather
Leaves you cold with remorse
As you drive with the voices inside.

And sometimes the voices speak sharp
But most times the voices are low
And once, on a Sunday, they whispered
That they knew, that you hoped, they would go…

Your T.V. repairman
Told you 'matter's inert'
There's a rose-coloured stain
On a pale-pink silk shirt
You could be digging with Django
But your digging the dirt
One more time for the voices inside.

And sometimes the voices cry out
And they keep you alone and awake
Oh, but once, once, on a Valentines Day
You know they told your heart not to break.

There's a face on a bill-board
Telling you to 'believe'
But he's wearing his heart
On another man's sleeve
And you 'get up and go'
It just got up to leave
But there's always the voices inside.
 

 
I met her in a subway in a thunderstorm
She had a frozen kind of smile just like a uniform
I tried to hide my eyes so I could save my life
But there was no way I could fail to miss the point of her
Sleek Bowie knife.

She said, 'let's start taking these arguments apart'
I said, 'but arguments are part of me, don't break my heart,'
She said 'I break, I make, I take it as a sign of life,'
'You know that you could be a Hero if you grip that
Sleek Bowie knife'…

Chorus:
Cut a dash! Take a stab!
Sharpen up! You're too drab!
Drop a coin into the juke
Here he comes - the Thin White Duke!

She said, 'there's a seat by the window on the gravy train
And you don't want to be left with the crumbs again
You know you're spread too thin on your slice of life
You could have it on a plate if you used that
Sleek Bowie knife'...

Chorus

Disguise the guy's in many guises
And genies is paying
Vanished genies, who knows where
Alladin isn't saying

It's your task to ask behind the mask
You just might find a starman
He's here today to who knows where?
You just can't go too far man

Chorus

She said, 'You only have to jump to be a superstar'
Then she left me with a bump outside a cinema
So now I keep my time to leap to live this kind of life
And I'm lost to live forever on the edge of that
Sleek Bowie knife.