The Motel

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 odorless 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 --- The Motel - David Bowie and Brian Eno