David Bowie – Sweet Head (Guitar)

   A              F#m
I tried to break away from you

           A                      F#m
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew

                A                  F#m
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs

          A                 F#m
By the faggy parks and the burnt out vans

         E                    A
I've got ninety-nine years of laying in the dark

        E                A
And I'm far too young to lie

         E                   A
I've got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar

              E               A
It's going to pay me before I die

   E                              A
So bob your sweet head, Brother, Ziggy going to play

     E                            A
I'm just about the best you can hear

       E                       A
Gonna rock it in your head, Shazam! and Kapow!

           E                          A
With my guitar and Mr. Bang-o we can give you sweet head

         A              F#m
I'm tough as glass and clean as night

          A                   F#m
Well if looks can love we can love all right

          A              F#m
I'm your rubber peacock angelic whore

           A              F#m
I'm a wrought iron face upon the wall

         E                   A
I had ninety-nine years of murder come life

         E                   A
And I'm running away from it all

   E                   A
I got a bedroom, every mirror in town

                 E             A
They're going to claim me if I fall

   E                              A
So bob your sweet head, Brother, Ziggy going to play

     E                            A
I'm just about the best you can hear

       E                       A
Gonna rock it in your head, Shazam! and Kapow!

           E                          A
With my guitar and Mr. Bang-o we can give you sweet head

E  A           E      A     E                     A
      Sweet head!              Give you sweet head

A F#m
   (Spoken: While ya down there)

Bm                      G
See my eyes of blocked emotion

Bm                     D
See my tremble, see my fall

    G                D          G        D      A
Traumatics thick and fast, your faith in me can last

  E
Besides I'm known to lay you, one and all

      A                 F#m
Look south the way your mother dwells

         A                          F#m
If she knew what's going down, she'd give you hell

         A              F#m
I'm the kind of man she warned me of

A                        F#m
Till there was rock, you only had god

 E                A
You and I have a mutual vow

   E                       A
We both like young, and we both like loud

     E                       A
I got pretty shoes, and I'm kid and proud

       E                       A
I'm street side out with my ear to the crowd

   E                              A
So bob your sweet head, Brother, Ziggy going to play

     E                            A
I'm just about the best you can hear

       E                       A
Gonna rock it in your head, Shazam! and Kapow!

           E                          A
With my guitar and Mr. Bang-o we can give you sweet head

E  A  E  A  E  A   (and fade out)
    (spoken: Move along, sir!)