Sweet Thing Songtext
von Morel

It′s safe in the city to love in a doorway
To wrangle some screams from a dog
And isn't it me putting pain in a stranger?
Like a portrait in flesh who trails on a leash
Will you see that I′m scared and I'm lonely?
So I break up my room and yawn and I run to the center of things
Where no 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 the 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 curse, then I′ll bless you
And turn to the crossroads of hamburgers and boys


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 the 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, even smells like a street
There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend
Someone scrawled on the walls, I smell the blood of letrichotes
Who wrote up scandals in other bars
I′m having so much fun with the poisonous people
With rumors and lies and stories and hate

Some make you sing, some make you scream
And one makes you wish that you'd never been seen
But there's a shop on the corner selling papier-mâché
Making bulletproof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing

So you scream out loud, "I want you, I need you
Anyone out there, anytime"
Trade words for the number whines, "Hey daddy, 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 couldn′t hold up my head
For a quarter of a hat and another bed
On another floor, in the back of a car
In a cellar like 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 sun drips blood on senile 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 buy some drugs and watch a band
Then jump in a river, holding hands

If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
'Cause hope, boys, is the cheap thing, cheap thing

Is it nice in your snowstorm, 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
It's got you, you