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David Bowie - Candidate lyrics
I'll make you deal, like any other candidate We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your futures at stake My scent is amazing, it even smells like a street There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend Someone scrawled on the walls "I smell the blood of La Tre Katers" Rolled up scandal, and other bars Having so much fun with the poisonous people, spreading rumors and lies and stories they made up Some make you sing, and some make you scream One makes you wish that you'd never been seen But there's a shop on the corner thats selling papier mâché Making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay If you want it, boys, get it here, thing So you scream out of line "I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?" Trey butch little number one say "Daddy, I want you" When its good, its really good, and when its bad I go to pieces If you want it, boys, get it here, thing On the street where you live I put a hole in my head, for I put all I had in another bed On another floor, in the back of a car In the cellar of a church with the *toy jar* {?} Well, I guess we must be looking for a different kind, but we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds 'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights who press you on the prowl while shaking in fright I guess we'll cruise down one more time, with you by my side, it should be fine We'll buy some drugs and watch a band We'll jump in the river holding hands |
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