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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Iggy Pop
Vocals
Tony Sales
Bass
Hunt Sales
Drums
Carlos Alomar
Guitar
David Bowie
Keyboards
R. Gardiner
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Iggy Pop
Songwriter
David Bowie
Songwriter
Walter Lacey
Songwriter
Geoffrey Alexander Maccormack
Songwriter
James Osterberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Iggy Pop
Producer
David Bowie
Producer
Colin Thurston
Producer
Eduard Meyer
Recording Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Ian Cooper
Mastering Engineer
Richard Robinson
Mastering Engineer
Bewley Brothers
Producer
Lyrics
(Yeah, sea blue) see a black Eldorado
(Yeah, sea blue) oh, rolling along down below my window
That black girl in the back looks pretty good
Christ, she's beautiful (yeah)
You know how soft she is (yeah)
Just what it feel like (blue)
Oh, I'm so far away from her
Jesus, this is Iggy
You
You might as well come with me
When you ride the ride
There's talk and I don't wanna talk
Oh mama, I shot myself down
Oh mama, I shot myself down
I, I shot myself down
I'm alright, yeah mama
I tell you, I shot myself down
And they're stepping on our hearts (stepping on our hearts)
Stepping on our hearts
I don't know why
They're stepping on our hearts (stepping on our hearts)
Stepping on our hearts
Damn, I don't know why
They're stepping on our hearts, stepping on our hearts
Stepping on our hearts, stepping on our hearts
Stepping on our hearts
Can't you see?
Oh no, stepping on our hearts
How come the blacks, how come they
They copy you so good?
They get off on you, so sexually
If you wanna make it
Young man, you gotta make somebody come
Come out of your black, come out of your black
Black and strong and black
Black and strong and black
Strong
Black
Jesus, it's cold in this room, it's really cold
You know I never told you about this, but there's one guy
Somebody I really love, he's never around
Well, he was taking things that could be alright, that could be nice
And make him so ugly, so damn ugly
And we put out the lights on them
Yeah, we'd make it dark, we put out the lights
On them
It's idiots like you that screw me up
I know there's nothing to you
And I don't know why I treat you so kind
Come down and dance with me, dance with me
You got nobody left but me
Accept me, don't reject me, don't forget me
(Oh, oh, oh-oh) mama, what color will the lights be?
(Oh, oh, oh-oh) will they turn blue on me?
Mama, what color will the lights be?
Will they turn blue on me? (Will they turn blue on me)
Mama, I shot myself up (will they turn blue on me)
Whoa, mama
I shot myself up, up, up (up, up, up, up, up, up, up)
Mama, I shot myself up, up, up (up, up, up, up, up, up, up)
Mama, I shot myself up, down, up down mama (up, up, up, up, up, up, up)
Up, up, up, up, up mama
I didn't know what I was doing
I didn't mean to, but I did it, I shot myself up (mama I shot myself)
Writer(s): David Bowie, Geoffrey Alexander Maccormack, Walter Lacey, Iggy Pop
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