Star Bitch by Twisted Ecstasy

(I'm David Bowie)

Isn't it ironic,
But also pretty sonic,
You're like your own creation when everyone's relating,
To you because of it,
But they couldn't give a shit about you,

They might see the shiny star but forget the aura,
They might feel the guitar but just see a mirror and not you,

Good afternoon Bladerunner,
I left my side keys in my psyche,
By the sunlight shunner,
Gay Bacon's in the kitchen,
Go and get it while the sunlight's bitching,
I'm itching,
For something else,

Just to hide from the light,
Just to hide in the night so I can get away from all these cares,
No one shares,

They might see the shiny star but forget the aura,
They might feel the guitar but just see a mirror and not you,
Yet you see through like a glitch,
Yeah you see past the Star Bitch,

They might see the shiny star but forget the aura,
They might feel the guitar but just see a mirror and not you,
'cause you see through like a glitch,
You see past the Star Bitch!
Star Bitch!
Star Bitch,
Oh,
Star Bitch,
Star Bitch,
Star Bitch!

• Rock
• garage rock
• garage rock revival
• glam
• glam rock
• goth
• indie pop
• psychedelic
• psychedelic indie
• songwriter
• space
• space rock
• United Kingdom