文本歌词

Sweet Thing/Candidate/Sweet Thing (Live|2016 Remaster) - David Bowie
Written by：David Bowie
It's safe in the city to love in a doorway
To strangle some screams from the dawn
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 its a sweet thing
Boys boys its a sweet thing sweet thing
If you want it boys get it here then
For 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 this trade is a curse then I'll bless you
And turn to the crossroads of hamburgers and
Boys boys its a sweet thing
Boys boys its a sweet thing sweet thing
If you want it boys get it here then
For hope boys is a cheap thing cheap thing
I'll make you a deal like any other candidate
We'll pretend we're walking home for 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 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 then
So you scream out of line
I need you anyone out there any time
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 then
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 till we break up our minds
Till 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
If you want it boys get it here then
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 it's got taste
It's got claws it's got me it's got you
It's got
It's got