D/C C D/C C
It’s safe in the city, to love in a doorway
D Em D
To wrangle some screens from the door
C D/C C D/C
And isn’t it me, putting pain in a stranger?
C D Em
Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash
D C D/C C D/C
Will you see that I’m scared and I’m lonely?
C D Em
So I’ll break up my room, and yawn and I
D Bm
Run to the center of things,
Where the knowing one says
Chorus:
Dm Am G
Boys, boys, it’s a sweet thing
Dm Am F G
Boys, boys, it’s a sweet thing, sweet thing
Dm Am/C G/B G
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
Dm Am F G C
‘Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing
Verse 2:
D/C C
I’m glad that you’re older than me
D/C C
Makes me feel important and free
D Em D
Does that make you smile, isn’t that me?
C D/C C D/C
I’m in your way, and I’ll steal every moment
C D
If his trade is a curse, then I’ll bless you
Em D Bm
And turn to the crossroads of hamburgers, and
Chorus:
Dm Am G
Boys, boys, it’s a sweet thing
Dm Am F G
Boys, boys, it’s a sweet thing, sweet thing
Dm Am/C G/B G
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
Dm Am F G
‘Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing
Solo: D F#m Bm Bb
D Gm/D D Gm/D
D F#m Bm Bb
D Gm/D D Gm/D D
“CANDIDATE”
Sax and guitar solos: Dm Am G }x5
Dm Am
I’ll make you a deal, like any other candidate
G
We’ll pretend we’re walking home ’cause your future’s at stake
Dm Am
My set is amazing, it even smells like a street
G
There’s a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend
Dm Am G
Someone scrawled on the wall
“I smell the blood of les tricoteuses”
Who wrote up scandals in other bars
Dm Am
I’m having so much fun with the poisonous people
G
Spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up
Dm Am
Some make you sing and some make you scream
G
One makes you wish that you’ve never been seen
Dm Am
But there’s a shop on the corner that’s selling paper mache
G
Making bulletproof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay
Dm Am G
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
Dm Am
So you scream out of line “I want you! I need you!
G
Anyone out there? Any time?”
Dm Am
Tres butch little number whines “Hey dirty, I want you
G
When it’s good, it’s really good,
and when it’s bad I go to pieces”
Dm Am G
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
Dm Am
Well, on the street where you live
I could not hold up my head
G
For I put all I have in another bed
Dm Am
On another floor, in the back of a car
G
In the cellar like a church with the door ajar
Dm Am
Well, I guess we must be looking for a different kind
G
But we can’t stop trying ’til we break up our minds
Dm Am
‘Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young nights
G
Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright
Dm Am
I guess we could cruise down one more time
G
With you by my side, it should be fine
Dm Am
We’ll buy some drugs and watch a band
G
Then jump in the river holding hands
“SWEET THING (reprise)”
Sax solo: Dm Am G }x2
Dm Am/C G
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
Dm Am F G C
‘Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing
Verse 3:
D/C C D/C C
Is it nice in your snow storm, freezing your brain?
D Em D
Do you think that your face looks the same?
C D/C C D/C
Then let it be, it’s all I ever wanted
C D
Its a street with a deal, and a taste
Em D G A/G
Its got claws, its got me, its got you
Outro: G A/G G A
