| Song | The Motel |
| Artist | David Bowie |
| Album | Outside |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:David Bowie Music:David Bowie | |
| For we're living in a safety zone | |
| Don't be holding back from me | |
| We're living from hour to hour down here | |
| And we'll take it when we can | |
| It's a kind of living which recognizes | |
| The death of the odourless man | |
| When nothing is vanity nothing's too slow | |
| It's not Eden but it's no sham | |
| There is no hell | |
| There is no shame | |
| There is no hell | |
| Like an old hell | |
| There is no hell | |
| And it's lights up, boys | |
| Lights up boys | |
| Explosion falls upon deaf ears | |
| While we're swimming in a sea of sham | |
| Living in the shadow of vanity | |
| A complex fashion for a simple man | |
| And there is no hell | |
| And there is no shame | |
| And there is no hell | |
| Like an old hell | |
| There is no hell | |
| And the silence flies on its brief flight | |
| A razor sharp crap shoot affair | |
| And we light up our lives | |
| And there's no more of me exploding you | |
| Re-exposing you | |
| Like everybody do | |
| Re-exploding you | |
| I don't know what to use | |
| Make somebody move | |
| Me exploding | |
| Me exploding you |
| Lyrics: David Bowie Music: David Bowie | |
| For we' re living in a safety zone | |
| Don' t be holding back from me | |
| We' re living from hour to hour down here | |
| And we' ll take it when we can | |
| It' s a kind of living which recognizes | |
| The death of the odourless man | |
| When nothing is vanity nothing' s too slow | |
| It' s not Eden but it' s no sham | |
| There is no hell | |
| There is no shame | |
| There is no hell | |
| Like an old hell | |
| There is no hell | |
| And it' s lights up, boys | |
| Lights up boys | |
| Explosion falls upon deaf ears | |
| While we' re swimming in a sea of sham | |
| Living in the shadow of vanity | |
| A complex fashion for a simple man | |
| And there is no hell | |
| And there is no shame | |
| And there is no hell | |
| Like an old hell | |
| There is no hell | |
| And the silence flies on its brief flight | |
| A razor sharp crap shoot affair | |
| And we light up our lives | |
| And there' s no more of me exploding you | |
| Reexposing you | |
| Like everybody do | |
| Reexploding you | |
| I don' t know what to use | |
| Make somebody move | |
| Me exploding | |
| Me exploding you |
| Lyrics: David Bowie Music: David Bowie | |
| For we' re living in a safety zone | |
| Don' t be holding back from me | |
| We' re living from hour to hour down here | |
| And we' ll take it when we can | |
| It' s a kind of living which recognizes | |
| The death of the odourless man | |
| When nothing is vanity nothing' s too slow | |
| It' s not Eden but it' s no sham | |
| There is no hell | |
| There is no shame | |
| There is no hell | |
| Like an old hell | |
| There is no hell | |
| And it' s lights up, boys | |
| Lights up boys | |
| Explosion falls upon deaf ears | |
| While we' re swimming in a sea of sham | |
| Living in the shadow of vanity | |
| A complex fashion for a simple man | |
| And there is no hell | |
| And there is no shame | |
| And there is no hell | |
| Like an old hell | |
| There is no hell | |
| And the silence flies on its brief flight | |
| A razor sharp crap shoot affair | |
| And we light up our lives | |
| And there' s no more of me exploding you | |
| Reexposing you | |
| Like everybody do | |
| Reexploding you | |
| I don' t know what to use | |
| Make somebody move | |
| Me exploding | |
| Me exploding you |