David Bowie: The width of a circle

In the corner of the morning in the pastI would sit and blame the master first and lastAll the roads were straight and narrowAnd the prayers were small and yellowAnd the rumour spread that I was aging fastThen I ran across a monster who was sleeping By a tree.And I looked and frowned and the monster was meWell, I said hello and I said helloAnd I asked "Why not?" and I replied "I don't know"So we asked a simple black bird, who was happy as can beAnd he laughed insane and quipped "KAHLIL GIBRAN"So I cried for all the others till the day was nearly throughFor I realized that God's a young man tooSo I said "So long" and I waved "Bye-bye"And I smashed my soul and traded my mindGot laid by a young bordelloI was vaguely half asleepFor which my reputation swept back home in dragAnd the moral of this magic spellNegotiates my hideWhen God did take my logic for a ride(Riding along)Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohHe swallowed his pride and puckered his lipsAnd showed me the leather belt round his hipsMy knees were shaking my cheeks aflameHe said "You'll never go down to the Gods again"(Turn around,go back!)He struck the ground a cavern appearedAnd I smelt the burning pit of fearWe crashed a thousand yards belowI said "Do it again, do it again"(Turn around,go back!)His nebulous body swayed aboveHis tongue swollen with devil's loveThe snake and I, a venom highI said "Do it again, do it again"(Turn around, go back!)Breathe, breathe, breathe deeplyAnd I was seething, breathing deeplySpitting sentry, horned and tailedWaiting for youOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh