Candidate- David Bowie Dm Am G Dm Am G Dm Am G Dm Am G Dm Am G Dm Am I'll make you a deal, like any other candidate G We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake Dm Am My set is amazing, it even smells like a street G There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend Dm Am Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" G Who wrote up scandals in other bars Dm Am I'm having so much fun with the poisonous people G Spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up Dm Am Some make you sing and some make you scream G One makes you wish that you'd never been seen Dm Am But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache G Making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay Dm Am G If you want it, boys, get it here, thing Dm Am G So you scream out of line "I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?" Dm Am Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I want you G When it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" Dm Am G If you want it, boys, get it here, thing Dm Am Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head G For I put all I have in another bed Dm Am On another floor, in the back of a car G In the cellar like a church with the door ajar Dm Am Well, I guess we've must be looking for a different kind G But we can't stop trying 'till we break up our minds Dm Am 'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights G Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright Dm Am I guess we could cruise down one more time G With you by my side, it should be fine Dm Am We'll buy some drugs and watch a band G Then jump in the river holding hands