Words & music by David Bowie

As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest, Todd Browning beast you was

Crawling down the alley on your hands and knees
I'm sure your not protected for it's plain to see
The Diamond Dog's are poachers and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal

Will they come - I'll keep a friend serene
Will they come - Oh baby come unto me
Will they come - well she's come, been and gone

Come out of the garden baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young Girl - they call them the Diamond Dog's
Young Girl - they call them the Diamond Dog's

Now Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
The elevators broke, so he slides down a rope
Onto the street below, oh tarzie go man go

Meets his sweetest little hussy with his ghost town approach
His face is sans feature but she wears a diamond broach
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to wear
Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dog's are sable-ized

In the year of the scavenger the season of the witch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
Just another future song, lonely little kitch
There's gonna be sorrow, try and wake up tomorrow