It's No Game, Pt. 2

David Bowie

Silhouettes and shadows
Watch the revolution
No more free steps to heaven
Just walkie-talkie
Heaven or hearth
Just big heads and drums, full speed and pagan
And it's no game

I am barred
From the event
I really don't understand the situation
So where's the moral?
People have their fingers broken
To be insulted by these fascists is so degrading
And it's no game

Documentaries on refugees
Couples 'gainst the target
Throw a rock against the road
And it breaks into pieces
Draw the blinds on yesterday
And it's all so much scarier
Put a bullet in my brain
And it makes all the papers

And it's no game

Children round the world
Put camel shit on the walls

They're making carpets on treadmills
Or garbage sorting

And it's no game