Candidate Lyrics
| Song | Candidate |
| Artist | David Bowie |
| Album | Intimité (Bande Originale Du Film) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics：David Bowie Music：David Bowie | |
| 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, Charlie 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?' | |
| 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 the cellar of 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 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 the river holding hands |
| Lyrics: David Bowie Music: David Bowie | |
| 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 bulletproof faces, Charlie 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?' | |
| 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 the cellar of 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 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 the river holding hands |
| Lyrics: David Bowie Music: David Bowie | |
| 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 bulletproof faces, Charlie 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?' | |
| 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 the cellar of 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 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 the river holding hands |
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