David Bowie - Candidate Lyrics
Inside every teenage girl there's a fountainInside every young pair of pants there's a mountainInside every mother's eyes is tommy tinkrem's bedInside every candidate waits a grateful deadI make it a thing, when i'm on my own to relieve myselfI make it a thing, when i gazelle on stage to believe in myselfI make it a thing, to glance in window panes and look pleased with myselfYeah, and pretend i'm walking homeI took it so bad, i sat in the correction roomTook me a fag, and a kick in the moonWell, i ain't gonna suck no radar wingBecause inside this tin is tinWould you like to techno-plate cause i'm your candidateOh yeahIt's a matter of lifeAnd the way you walk, you've got a brylcream queenIt's a matter of tactIn the things you talk, that keeps his passport cleanA matter of factThat a ***** ain't a ***** on a twelve inch screenSo i'll pretend i'm walking homeYou don't have to scream a lot to keep an age in tuneYou don't have to scream a lot to predict monsoonsYou don't have to paint my contact blackNow i've hustled a pair of jeansDo i have to give your money back when i'm the fuhrerlingI'll make you a dealI'll say i came from from earth and my tongue is tapedI'll make you a dealYou can get your kicks on the candidateI'll make you a dealFor your future's sake, i'm the candidateLet's pretend we're walking homeUh-huh, uh-huhI'm the candidateI'm the candidateVote now for the candidate
