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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 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
- Album:
- No Plan EP
- Blackstar
- Conversations in Space
- Nothing Has Changed - 2CD
- Changes
- FIVE YEARS 1969-1973
- The Next Day
- Reality
- Heathen
- David Bowie (1998)
- Deram Anthology 1966-68
- Earthling
- Outside
- The Buddha Of Suburbia
- Early On (1964-66)
- Tin Machine II
- Sound + Vision
- Never Let Me Down
- Tonight
- Ziggy Stardust: The Motion Picture