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