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 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

Charles 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

A 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 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,

Till we break up our minds

Till the sun drip 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 a river holding hands