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Inside every teenage girl there’s a fountain
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Inside every young pair of pants there’s a mountain
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Inside every mother’s eyes is Tommy Tinkrem’s bed
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Inside every candidate waits a grateful dead
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I make it a thing, when I’m on my own to relieve myself
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I make it a thing, when I gazelle on stage to believe in myself
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I make it a thing, to glance in window panes and look pleased
with myself
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Yeah, and pretend I’m walking home
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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 tact
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 back when I’m the Fuhrerling?
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
Lets pretend we’re walking home
Uh-huh, uhhh
I’m the candidate
Make way for the candidate
Vote now for the candidate
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