David Bowie - Candidate

I'll make you a ^Dmdeal, like any ^Amother candidate We'll pre^Gtend we're walking home cause your future's at stake My ^Dmset is amazing, it even ^Amsmells like a street There's a ^Gbar at the end where I can meet you and your friend ^DmSomeone scrawled on the wall I smell the ^Amblood of les tricoteuses Who ^Gwrote up scandals in other bars I'm having ^Dmso much fun with the ^Ampoisonous people Spreading ^Grumours and lies and stories they made up ^DmSome make you sing and ^Amsome make you scream ^GOne makes you wish that you'd never been seen But there's a ^Dmshop on the corner that's selling ^Ampapier mache Making ^Gbullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay If you ^Dmwant it, ^Amboys, get it ^Ghere, thing So you ^Dmscream out of line I ^Amwant you, I need you, ^GAnyone out there, Any time ^DmTres butch little number whines hey ^Amdirty, I want you When it's ^Ggood, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces ^DmIf you want it, ^Amboys, get it ^Ghere, thing Well, on the ^Dmstreet where you live I could not ^Amhold up my head For I ^Gput all I have in another bed On a^Dmnother floor, in the ^Amback of a car In the ^Gcellar of a church with the door ajar Well, I ^Dmguess we must be looking for a ^Amdifferent kind But we can't ^Gstop trying til we break up our minds Til the ^Dmsun drips blood on the ^Amseedy young knights Who ^Gpress you on the ground while shaking in fright I ^Dmguess we could cruise down ^Amone more time With ^Gyou by my side, it should be fine We'll ^Dmbuy some drugs and ^Amwatch a band Then ^Gjump in the river holding hands