Candidate - Live

Lyrics for Candidate - Live

As long as it's 70s cover night we're Gonna do something off of Diamond Dogs 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 street And 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 Toiletaurs" Grown-up scoundrels in other bars 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 And one makes you wish that you'd never been seen And there's a shop on the corner that's selling vacuum machines Making bulletproof faces, charming men, seductive spain And if you want it, boys, get it here then So I scream out and I lie, I want you, I need you Anyone out there, anytime I'll tell you a personal number, says, "Hey, baby, I want you" When it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad, I go to pieces And if you want it, boys, get it here then Well, on the street where you live, I could not hold up my hand Or put on an act in another band On another floor, in the back of a car Or the cellar of a church with the door ajar Well, I guess we must be looking for a different kind 'Cause we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds And the sun drips blood on the studio lights To bless you on the ground, my sacred bride 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