David Bowie Candidate song lyrics

I'll make you a deal like any other candidate.

We'll pretend were walking home cause your future's at stake

My set is amazing, it even smells like the street

There is a bar at the end where I could meet you and your friend.

Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses"

Who wrote up scandals in other bars

I am 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 never been seen

But there's a shop on the corner selling papier mache

Making bullet-proof faces Charles 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? Anytime?

Tres butch little number whines "Hey girlie, 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 put 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