Candidate Lyrics

Inside every teenage girl there's a fountain
Inside every young pair of paints there's a mountain
Inside every mother's eyes is Tommy Tinkrem's bed
Inside every candidate waits a grateful dead
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I make it a thing, when I on my own to relief 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
(Intro) 2x
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 techno plate 'cause I'm your candidate, oh yeah
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It's a matter of life and the way you walk, you've got a Brylcream queen
It' a matter of fact 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
(Intro) 4x
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
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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
Let's pretend we're walking home
(Intro)...... repeat until fade
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