with its promise of something hard to do
		  a real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold
	blue skies above and sun on your arms  strength in your stride
				  and hope in those squeaky clean eyes
			you'll get chilly receptions everywhere you go
			 blinded with desire  i guess the season is on

		   so you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth
				    but it's all, but it's all used up
			         break open your million-dollar weapon
			      still you push, still you push your luck
					  a broken-nosed mogul are you
					      one of the new wave boys
				      same old thing in brand new drag
					      comes sweeping into view
				      as ugly as a teenage millionaire
				     pretending it's a whizz-kid world
				      and you'll take me aside and say
						'david what shall i do
				      they wait for me in the hallways'
		   and i'll say don't ask me i don't know any hallways
      	       but they move in numbers and they've got me in a corner
					and i feel like a group of one
				       no, no they can't do this to me
				i'm not some piece of teenage wildlife

those midwives to history put on their bloody robes
and the word is that the hunted one is out there on his own
and you're alone for maybe the last time
and you breathe for a long time
then you howl like a wolf in a trap
and you daren't look behind

you fall to the ground like a leaf on the tree
and look up one time at that vast blue sky
scream out aloud as they shoot you down
no, no i'm not a piece of teenage wildlife
i'm not a piece of teenage wildlife

	  	    and no one will have seen and no one will confess
	  the fingerprints will prove that you couldn't pass the test
 		       and there'll be others on the line filing past
						   who'll whisper low
					     i miss you  he had to go
						 well each to his own
    			he was just another piece of teenage wildlife
				    another piece of teenage wildlife
				    another piece of teenage wildlife

david bowie, "teenage wildlife", _scary_monsters_ (rca, 1980