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Lyrics for 'Candidate (Demo)' by '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
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