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 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 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?"

Trés 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 like a church with the door ajar

Well I guess we've must be looking for a different kind

But we can't stop trying till we break up our minds

Till 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 a river holding hands