Candidate

I'll make you a deal Like any other candidate With the tale walking home Cause your future's at stake My cities amaze you And even smells like the street There's a bar down at the end Where I can meet you and your friends So I scrawled on the walls In the blood of the tree-cutters Rolled up scandals and other boys And having so much fun with the poisonous peoples Spreading rumors and lies, and stories they made up. Some make you sing and some make you scream And some make you wish That you'd never been seen... There's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache Making bullet-proof faces, join and dance with Casius Clay And if you want it, boy, Get it here babe! So you scream out a lie: "I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Anytime?" You said: "kiss me, I'm the one" I said: "Daddy, I want you when it's Good it's really good, and when it's bad I'm not abusive" And if you want it, boy, Get it here babe! So on the street where you live I put the hole on my hand Before I put all I had into another man On the leather floor, in the back of a car In the center like a church with the door ajar Well I guess we must be looking for a different kind But we can't stop trying to make up our minds When the sun drips down on the city at night Flashin on the ground and kicking 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 And jump in the river holding hands