candidate demo

David Bowie

Inside every teenage girl there s a fountain
Inside every young pair of pants there s a mountain
Inside every mother s eyes is Tommy Tinkrem s bed
Inside every candidate waits a grateful dead

I make it a thing, when I m on my own to relieve myself
I make it a thing, when I gazelle on stage to believe in myself
I make it a thing, to glance in window panes and look pleased with myself
Yeah, and pretend I m walking home

I took it so bad, I sat in the correction room
Took me a fag, and a kick in the moon
Well, I ain t gonna suck no radar wing
Because inside this tin is tin
Would you like to techno-plate cause I m your candidate
Oh yeah

It s a matter of life
And the way you walk, you ve got a BrylCream queen
It s a matter of tact
In the things you talk, that keeps his passport clean
A matter of fact
That a cock ain t a cock on a twelve inch screen
So I ll pretend I m walking home

You don t have to scream a lot to keep an age in tune
You don t have to scream a lot to predict monsoons
You don t have to paint my contact black
Now I ve hustled a pair of jeans
Do I have to give your money back when I m the Fuhrerling

I ll make you a deal
I ll say I came from from Earth and my tongue is taped
I ll make you a deal
You can get your kicks on the candidate
I ll make you a deal
For your future s sake, I m the candidate
Let s pretend we re walking home

uh-huh, uh-huh
I m the candidate
I m the candidate