David Bowie Lyrics
David Bowie Lyrics
"Candidate (Demo) Lyrics"
Games Lyrics
Look at you You're the son of the neighborhood strays You can walk in your prison for days But you'll never get anywhere It's a pain But the shine on the edge of your blade C
Look at you You're the son of the neighborhood strays You can walk in your prison for days But you'll never get anywhere It's a pain But the shine on the edge of your blade C
Inside every teenage girl there's a fountain
Inside every young pair of pants there's a mountain
Inside every mother's eyes is Tommy Tinkrem's bed
Inside every candidate waits a grateful dead
I make it a thing, when I'm on my own to relieve 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
All Kinda Crazy Lyrics
All kinda crazy, All kinda crazy I, 2, I, I, screw you Sitting around, thinking about getting crazy My right and wrong start duken' it out they knock me hazy I might not be the smart
with myselfAll kinda crazy, All kinda crazy I, 2, I, I, screw you Sitting around, thinking about getting crazy My right and wrong start duken' it out they knock me hazy I might not be the smart
Yeah, and pretend I'm walking home
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 to techno-plate cause I'm your candidate
Oh yeah
It's a matter of life
And the way you walk, you've got a BrylCream queen
It's a matter of
Ricky in Church Lyrics
Good evening, morning, afternoon, wherever, whosenever, whatsenever, we wouldn't give a damn. We want to welcome you back into the house of G-Funk. Hmm? That's right. Since we l
tactGood evening, morning, afternoon, wherever, whosenever, whatsenever, we wouldn't give a damn. We want to welcome you back into the house of G-Funk. Hmm? That's right. Since we l
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
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
Shell Lyrics
Echoes of rage shatter stone hate seeps through the cracks of wisdom molten tears of emptiness cracked wide open wretched inside out arcane fingers rip through my spine to find a way to my heart tea
back when I'm the FuhrerlingEchoes of rage shatter stone hate seeps through the cracks of wisdom molten tears of emptiness cracked wide open wretched inside out arcane fingers rip through my spine to find a way to my heart tea
I'll make you a deal
I'll say I came from 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
uh-huh, uh-huh
I'm the candidate
I'm the candidate
Vote now for the candidate