Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Turn Blue , by - Iggy Pop. Song from the album The Bowie Years, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 28.05.2020
Record label: A UMC release;
Song language: English
Turn Blue |
| See a black El Dorado |
| Oh, rolling along down below my window |
| That black girl in the back looks pretty good |
| Christ, she’s beautiful! |
| Know how soft she is? |
| Just what you feel like |
| Oh, I’m so far away from her |
| Jesus, this is Iggy |
| Leave… |
| You might as well come with me |
| When you ride the ride |
| There’s talk, but I don’t want to talk |
| Oh mamma, I shot myself down |
| Oh mamma, I shot myself down |
| Oh mamma, I shot myself down |
| Oh mamma, yeah mamma, I tell you, I shot myself down |
| They’re stepping on our hearts |
| Stepping on our hearts |
| I don’t know why |
| They’re 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 want to make it |
| Young man, you got to make somebody come |
| Come out of your black |
| Come out of your black |
| Black and strong and black |
| Black and strong and black |
| Black! |
| Strong! |
| Black! |
| Jesus, it’s cold in this room, it’s really cold |
| You know, I never, I never told you about this but there’s one guy |
| Somebody I really love, he’s never around |
| Well, he’s taken things that could be alright, that could be nice |
| And he make them 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 |
| Oh accept me, don’t reject me, don’t forget me |
| Mamma, what color will the lights be? |
| Will they turn blue on me? |
| Mamma, what color will the lights be? |
| Will they turn blue on me? |
| Mamma, I shot myself up |
| Whoa mamma, I shot myself up |
| Mamma, I shot myself up up up up up |
| Mamma, I shot myself up, down, up, down |
| Mamma, up up up up up |
| Mamma, I didn’t know what I was doing |
| And I didn’t mean to but I did it, I shot myself up |
| Ma- ma- I- shot- my- self- |