Interpret:

David Bowie

Album:

Diamond Dogs

And in the death
As the last few corpses lay 
rotting on the slimy
thoroughfare
The shutters lifted in inches 
in Temperance Building
High on Poacher's Hill
And red, mutant eyes gaze down 
on Hunger City
No more big wheels


Fleas the size of rats sucked 
on rats the size of cats
And ten thousand peoploids split i
nto small tribes
Coverting the highest 
of the sterile skyscrapers
Like packs of dogs assaulting 
the glass fronts of Love-Me Avenue


Ripping and rewrapping mink 
and shiny silver fox, 
now legwarmers
Family badge of sapphire 
and cracked emerald
Any day now
The Year 
of the Diamond Dogs


"This ain't Rock'n'Roll
This is Genocide"