Sweet Thing/Candidate/Sweet Thing (Reprise) - Reprise; Live

It's safe in the city to love in a doorway

Wrangle some screams from the dawn

And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger?

Like a portrait in flesh, 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'll run to the center of things

Where the knowing one says:

"Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing

Boys, boys, it's 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 course, than I'll bless you

And turn to crossroads and hamburgers

"Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing

Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing

If you want it, boys, get it here, thing

'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing"

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 thay you'd never been seen

But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache

Making bullet-proof faces: Charlie Manson, Cassius 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 by some drugs and watch a band

Then jump in the river holding hands

"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...