David Bowie - Alternative Candidate lyrics

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 wait's 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
Lets pretend we're walking home

Uh huh, uhhh i'm the candidate
Make way for the candidate
Vote now for the candidate