David Bowie - "Segue-Algeria Touchshriek" lyrics

My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy
My shop sells egg shells off the shesores and empty females

I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
A reject from the world wide Internet
He's a broken man

To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
I'm also a broken man
It would be nice to have company

We could have great conversations
Looking through windows for demons
And watching the young advance in all electric
Some of the houses around here still have inhabitants in them

I don't get to speak much to anyone or that sort of thing
I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
If I had another broken name
Oh, I dream of something like that