Iggy Pop
"The Passenger"
_Lust for Life_
I am a passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am a passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin' la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la
Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
See the city's ripped insides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the sided hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine
Singing...
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride...
Singing...burn your illusion in agony
the meadow of death is your fate
sawing the seeds of corporality
even in your dreams you hate
chronical ferelity - betray
mass insanity - obey
trapped in a conspiracy of cruelty
mesmerized by fear
caught in your masters mentality
to rest your life - here
awaken - mishappen - varsious minds
so afraid his subculture will climb
tortured by a medical vice - endless disease
tragic confusion, burning your thoughts
undead messiah is grabbing your throat
what you believe in is what you've been told
permanent disease, you now beheld
save thyself in resistance
respect the last offers of your life
beneath the bequest of existence
is no reason to die