THE CANDIDATE

Take three cards to the man in stars,
And look around that corner youíre headed for,
I said Whoa! Little sailor, you finally found youíre home,
And thatís all the Candidate would say,
Thatís all and he turned his head away.
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
Faking in the sun,
Tired of all that rot,
Everything you do thatís right,
Came to me last night.
Let me groove said Farmers news,
Getting up, up, up early in the morning,
Break of dawn,
Look through the truth,
My chainsaw musical,
Thatís all the Candidate would say,
And thatís all and he turned his head away.

Now Honest Johnís in jail again,
Cause he blocked the way of the Whaling man,
Tally! Ho!! Injuns will die,
And when theyíre done they start on you,
Thatís all the Candidate would say,
And thatís all and he turned his fucking head away.
Yeah,
Faking in the sun,
Tired of all that rot,
Everything you do thatís right,
Came to me last night

Love is here,
Got a brand new day,
Gonna wipe them tears and blues away,
Thereís a million bucks for everyone,
Weíre going to heaven today.
And thatís all the Candidate would say