David Bowie - Sweet Thing/Candidate/Sweet Thing (Reprise) lyrics
[David Bowie - Sweet Thing/Candidate/Sweet Thing Reprise lyrics]
It's safe in the city to love in a doorway
Wrangle some screams from the dawn
And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger?
Like a portrait in flesh, 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'll
Run to the center of things
Where the knowing one says:
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
'Cause 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 crossroads and hamburgers
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
'Cause 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 'cause
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 wall "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, thing"
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, thing
Well, on the street where you live I
Could not hold up my head
For I put 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 'til
We break up our minds
'Til 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, thing
'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, and a taste
It's got claws, it's got me, it's got you
Wrangle some screams from the dawn
And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger?
Like a portrait in flesh, 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'll
Run to the center of things
Where the knowing one says:
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
'Cause 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 crossroads and hamburgers
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
'Cause 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 'cause
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 wall "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, thing"
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, thing
Well, on the street where you live I
Could not hold up my head
For I put 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 'til
We break up our minds
'Til 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, thing
'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, and a taste
It's got claws, it's got me, it's got you