he sits in a room down the dead end street

dirty old T-shirt sweating in the heat

he's got no girl and no money for a drink

no deeper way to sink

no deeper way



he was looking for a job, jobs are hard to find

everyday the same things torture his mind

built himself a world

to leave those troubles behind

I'm sorry that world ain't mine

I'm sorry that world ain't mine



once we were friends but that is long ago

in 1987 I decided to go

I left him in his room down the dead end street

now I've heard he's killed his neighbours dog

just to have a piece of meat



and that is what I call

and that is what I call

no chance to retreat...