THE CANDIDATE
Take three cards to the man in stars,
And look around that corner you’re headed for,
I said Whoa! Little sailor, you finally found you’re home,
And that’s all the Candidate would say,
That’s all and he turned his head away.
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
Faking in the sun,
Tired of all that rot,
Everything you do that’s 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,
That’s all the Candidate would say,
And that’s all and he turned his head away.
Now Honest John’s in jail again,
Cause he blocked the way of the Whaling man,
Tally! Ho!! Injuns will die,
And when they’re done they start on you,
That’s all the Candidate would say,
And that’s all and he turned his fucking head away.
Yeah,
Faking in the sun,
Tired of all that rot,
Everything you do that’s right,
Came to me last night
Love is here,
Got a brand new day,
Gonna wipe them tears and blues away,
There’s a million bucks for everyone,
We’re going to heaven today.
And that’s all the Candidate would say
