David Bowie - Sweet Thing/Candidate/Sweet Thing lyrics

It's safe in the city to love in a doorway To wrangle some screams from the dawn And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger? Like a portrait in flesh, who 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 Run to the center of things Where the knowing one says: "Boys, Boys, its a sweet thing Boys, Boys, its 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 the crossroads of Hamburg, as in "Boys, Boys, its a sweet thing Boys, Boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing If you want it, Boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hope, Boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing" [Part Two: Candidate] 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, Ca**ius 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 d** and watch a band Then jump in the river holding hands [Part Three: Sweet Thing (Reprise)] "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 ...