Candidate (2016 Remaster) - David Bowie

Written by：David Bowie

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 wall 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 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 that's selling papier mache

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 put all I have in another bed

On another floor in the back of a car

In the cellar like a church with the door ajar

Well I guess we've must be looking for a different kind

But we can't stop trying till 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 *** and watch a band

Then jump in the river holding hands