Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Candidate, artist - David Bowie.
Date of issue: 22.09.2016
Song language: English
Candidate |
I’ll make you a deal, like any other candidate |
We’ll pretend we’re walking home 'cause your future’s at stake |
My set 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 Les Tricoteuses» |
Who wrote up scandals in other bars |
I’m having so much fun with the poisonous people |
Spreading rumours 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 that’s 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?» |
Tres butch little number whines «Hey dirty, I want you |
When it’s good, it’s really good, and when it’s bad I go to pieces» |
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing |
Well, on the street where you live |
I could not hold up my head |
For I gave all I have in another bed |
On another floor, in the back of a car |
In the cellar of a church with the door ajar |
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 ground while shaking in fright |
I guess we could cruise down one more time |
With you by my side, it should be fine |
We’ll buy some drugs and watch a band |
Then jump in the river holding hands |