Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sweet Thing / Candidate / Sweet Thing , by - David Bowie. Release date: 22.09.2016
Song language: English
Sweet Thing / Candidate / Sweet Thing |
| It’s safe in the city, to love in a doorway |
| To wrangle some screens from the door |
| And isn’t it me, putting pain in a stranger? |
| Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash |
| Will you see that I’m scared and I’m lonely? |
| So I’ll break up my room, and yawn and i |
| Run to the centre of things |
| Where the knowing one says |
| Boys, boys, it’s a sweet thing |
| Boys, boys, it’s a sweet thing, sweet thing |
| If you want it, boys, get it here, thing |
| 'cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing |
| I’m glad that you’re older than me |
| Makes me feel important and free |
| Does that make you smile, isn’t that me? |
| I’m in your way, and I’ll steal every moment |
| If his trade is a curse, then I’ll bless you |
| And turn to the crossroads, and hamburgers, and |
| Boys, boys, it’s a sweet thing |
| Boys, boys, it’s a sweet thing, sweet thing |
| If you want it, boys, get it here, thing |
| 'cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing |
| Inside every teenage girl there’s a fountain |
| Inside every young pair of pants there’s a mountain |
| Inside every mother’s eyes is tommy tinkrem’s bed |
| Inside every candidate waits a grateful dead |
| I make it a thing, when I’m on my own to relieve myself |
| I make it a thing, when I gazelle on stage to believe in myself |
| I make it a thing, to glance in window panes and look pleased with myself |
| Yeah, and pretend I’m walking home |
| I took it so bad, I sat in the correction room |
| Took me a fag, and a kick in the moon |
| Well, I ain’t gonna suck no radar wing |
| Because inside this tin is tin |
| Would you like to techno-plate cause I’m your candidate |
| Oh yeah |
| It’s a matter of life |
| And the way you walk, you’ve got a brylcream queen |
| It’s a matter of tact |
| In the things you talk, that keeps his passport clean |
| A matter of fact |
| That a cock ain’t a cock on a twelve inch screen |
| So I’ll pretend I’m walking home |
| You don’t have to scream a lot to keep an age in tune |
| You don’t have to scream a lot to predict monsoons |
| You don’t have to paint my contact black |
| Now I’ve hustled a pair of jeans |
| Do I have to give your money back when I’m the fuhrerling |
| I’ll make you a deal |
| I’ll say I came from from earth and my tongue is taped |
| I’ll make you a deal |
| You can get your kicks on the candidate |
| I’ll make you a deal |
| For your future’s sake, I’m the candidate |
| Let’s pretend we’re walking home |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh |
| I’m the candidate |
| I’m the candidate |
| Vote now for the candidate |
| If you want it, boys, get it here thing |
| 'cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing |
| Is it nice in your snow storm, freezing your brain? |
| Do you think that your face looks the same? |
| Then let it be, it’s all I ever wanted |
| It’s a street with a deal, and a taste |
| It’s got claws, it’s got me, it’s got you |