We Prick You

There's not much that needs to be said about a song with such blatant sexual overtones as this one. But we're going to say it anyway, because if there's one thing we do here at the DBA Institute, it's drive a cock into the ground. Er... "joke," I meant "drive a JOKE into the ground." Anyway, here's the song:

White boys falling on the fires of night
(I wish you'd tell, I wish you'd tell)
Reading "white boys falling" as a sperm reference may seem to be reaching a bit at first, but see how much little white things falling, dripping, or sticking comes up later and you'll agree this is not premature.

Flesh punks burning in their glue
See? That line seems a little gross even by our standards.

Revolution comes in the strangest way
(I wish you'd tell, I wish you'd tell)
This puts the "Come" count for the song at 1. I don't want to think about what the strange ways are, but I know I will.

I'd rather be inside you
I challenge anyone to come up with an interpretation of this line that is NOT sexual. CHORUS (twice): Tell the truth Tell the truth Tell the truth
We prick you we prick you we prick you
(You show respect even if you disagree You show respect)
The chorus is all about saying "Prick" a lot. And since Bowie's Area exists at all points in the universe, he really does prick you a lot, too.

Mama can I kiss you daddy can I tell
(we wish you well, we wish you well)
Nothing like working your parents into a kinky song to be extra creepy.

Innocence passed me by
No shit, Bowie.

Wanna be screwing
Again: No shit, Bowie.

when the nightmare comes
(I wish you well, I wish you well)
Come Count: 2. And this time it's a nightmare who comes. Or maybe nightmare's an adjective and the actual come is very scary.

Wanna come quick and die
Come Count: 3. In Othello, Shakespeare used "die" as a euphemism for organism. Not that we have to try hard to get even more come in the song.

[CHORUS (twice)]

All the little rose-kissed foxy girls
At least by getting some rose imagery in here we're talking about the other gender's genitals for a bit. Shoes, shoes, little white shoes
Little white sperm, actually, but associating it with shoes does make it more appealling to most women.

Where have all the flowers gone
Bowie's Area deflowers all, that's where they've gone.

All the little fragile champion boys
Champion boys that are fragile? Of course: Once they "win" they go limp.

Toys, toys, little black toys
The Black Mamba is not a "little" toy. You have to start it like a chainsaw!

Dripping on the end of a gun
Yuck, clean that up.

(Even if you disagree)
...the song's about sex. Hard to disagree with that, though.

[CHORUS (twice)]

Shoes, shoes, little white shoes
(even if you disagree, even if you disagree)
Toys, toys, little black toys
Wish you well, wish you well
Shoes, shoes, little white shoes
Wish you well, wish you well
The ending's pretty much just a recap of the more nonsensical bits. As a whole, while "We Prick You" is undoubtable about sex, pricks, and semen, we're actually a little dissappointed in it. It's not specifically about David Bowie's Area as much as it could be, more about assorted sex acts, which are actually only secondary phenomenon of the Area.