The Motel — David Bowie

For we're living in a safety zone Don't be holding back from me We're living from hour to hour down here And we'll take it when we can

It's a kind of living which recognizes The death of the odourless man When nothing is vanity nothing's too slow It's not Eden but it's no sham

There is no hell There is no shame There is no hell Like an old hell There is no hell

And it's lights up, boys Lights up boys

Explosion falls upon deaf ears While we're swimming in a sea of sham Living in the shadow of vanity A complex fashion for a simple man

And there is no hell And there is no shame And there is no hell Like an old hell There is no hell

And the silence flies on its brief flight A razor sharp crap shoot affair And we light up our lives

And there's no more of me exploding you Re-exposing you Like everybody do Re-exploding you

I don't know what to use Make somebody move Me exploding Me exploding you