Candidate



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 walls "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses"

Grown up scandals, and other bars

We're 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 mach

Making bullet-proof faces: Charles Manson, Cassius Clay

If you want it, boys, get it here then

So you scream out of line

'I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?'

Trs butch little number say 'when you're 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

On the street where you live I could not hold up my head,

for I put all I had in another bed

On another floor, in the back of a car

In a cellar like 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 can cruise down one more time,

with you by my side, it should be fine

We'll buy some drugs and watch a band

We'll jump in the river holding hands