Sweet Thing / Candidate / Sweet Thing (Reprise) [1999 Remaster] (Reprise; 1999 Remaster)

Sweet Thing / Candidate / Sweet Thing (Reprise|1999 Remaster) - David Bowie

It's safe in the city to love in a doorway

To strangle some screams from the dawn

And isn't it me putting pain in a stranger

Like a portrait in flesh who trails on a leash

Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely

So I'll break up my room and yawn and I

Run to the centre of things

Where the knowing one says

Boys boys its a sweet thing

Boys boys its a sweet thing sweet thing

If you want it boys get it here then

For hope boys is a cheap thing cheap thing

I'm glad that you're older than me

Makes me feel important and free

Does that make you smile isn't that me

I'm in your way and I'll steal every moment

If this trade is a curse then I'll bless you

And turn to the crossroads of hamburgers and

Boys boys its a sweet thing

Boys boys its a sweet thing sweet thing

If you want it boys get it here then

For hope boys is a cheap thing cheap thing

I'll make you a deal like any other candidate

We'll pretend we're walking home for your future's at stake

My set is amazing it even smells like a street

There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend

Someone scrawled on the walls I smell the blood of les tricoteuses

Who wrote up scandals in other bars

I'm 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

One makes you wish that you'd never been seen

But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache

Making bullet proof faces charlie manson cassius clay

If you want it boys get it here then

So you scream out of line

I want you I need you anyone out there any time

Tres butch little number whines hey dirty I want you

When it's good it's really good and when it's bad I go to pieces

If you want it boys get it here then

Well on the street where you live I could not hold up my head

For I gave all I have in another bed

On another floor in the back of a car

In the cellar of a church with the door ajar

Well I guess we must be looking for a different kind

But we can't stop trying till we break up our minds

Till the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights

Who press you on the ground while shaking 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

Then jump in the river holding hands

If you want it boys get it here then

Cause hope boys is a cheap thing cheap thing

Is it nice in your snow storm freezing your brain

Do you think that your face looks the same

Then let it be it's all I ever wanted

It's a street with a deal it's got taste

It's got claws it's got me it's got you