One Shot

David Bowie · Tin Machine II [1991]

Ooo-oo-oo-oh, oo-oo-oo-oh

Ooo-oo-oo-oh, oo-oo-ooo



The last days were the meanest

Leanest days of our lives

You threw me the pieces

I started the fire

One thing led to a dead end

One shot put her away, hey-hey



Look out on a green world

Windows and wives

No bedroom to run to

No miracle jive - no conversation



Then nothing meant nothing

Ten dollars tore us apart

One thing led to a dead end

One shot put her away



One day nothing meant nothing

Ten dollars tore us apart

One thing led to a dead end

One shot put her away



The last days were the meanest

Leanest days of our lives

One thing led to a dead end

One shot further away



Looked out on a green world

Windows and wives

No bedroom to run to

No miracle jive - no conversation



Hot love is the dearest

No money can buy

She burnt like a spitfire

One shot put her away



One shot put her away, heh-heh

One shot put her away, uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh

Oo-oo-oo-oh, uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh

Oo-oo-oo-oh, uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh

Oo-oo-oo-oh, uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh

Oo-oo-oo-oh, uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh

Oo-oo-oo-oh, uh-huh-huh

One shot put her away