Candidate (Demo) — текст песни (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
Vote now for the candidate