David Bowie - Candidate lyrics

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 m?ch?

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