Gone with The Stones and their Satanic Majesty Dead with The Dolls and Warhol's Factory Lost with gold and the music industry Left in the wreck of the twentieth century. Nobody cares who you fucked in the seventies Aladdin Sane is just an old man's memory Here's where it's at and leads eventually; One room flat - making your jewelry Living in the past and calling it history Stringing one bead at a time. And all your men in a line They're like diamonds On a piece of common twine. And your children you've abandoned But in your own eyes you shine Stringing one bead at a time. I saw you on the street selling your jewelry. Man, where's your band? Where's the woman you used to be? Gone with the glitter, the glam and glory. Wham-bam! Memento mori. Lennon's not in Heaven, he's in Purgatory Burning one sin at a time. And all your men in a line They're like diamonds On a piece of common twine. And your children you've abandoned But in your own eyes you shine Stringing one bead at a time.