文本歌词

Candidate (2016 Remastered Version) - 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 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
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 drugs and watch a band
Then jump in the river holding hands