{title:Five Years} {st:David Bowie} [G]Pushing through the market square, [Em]so many mothers sighing [A]News had just come over, we had [C]five years left to cry in [G]News guy wept and told us, [Em]earth was really dying [A]Cried so much his face was wet, then I [C]knew he was not lying I heard [G]telephones, opera house, favorite melodies I saw [Em]boys, toys, electric irons and TV's My [A]brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare I had to [C]cram so many things to store everything in there And all the fat-skinny [Am]people, [C]and all the tall-short [Am]people [C]And all the nobody [G]people, [C]and all the somebody [D]people I never thought I'd need so many [C]people [G]A girl my age went off her head, [Em]hit some tiny children [A]If the black hadn't a pulled her off, I [C]think she would have killed them [G]A soldier with a broken arm, [Em]fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac [A]A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a [C]queer threw up at the sight of that [G]I think I saw you in an ice cream parlor, [Em]drinking milk shakes cold and long [A]Smiling and waving and looking so fine, [C]don't think you knew you were in this song [G]And it was cold, and it rained, so I felt like an actor And I [Em]thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there Your [A]face, your race, the way that you talk I [C]kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk We got [G]five years, stuck on my eyes - [Em]Five years, what a suprise We got [A]five years, my brain hurts alot - [C]Five years, that's all we got We got [G]five years...