West End girls



Sometimes you're better off dead

There's gun in your hand and it's pointing at your head

You think you're mad, too unstable

Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables

In a restaurant in a West End town

Call the police, there's a madman around

Running down underground to a dive bar

In a West End town



In a West End town, a dead end world

The East End boys and West End girls

In a West End town, a dead end world

East End boys and West End girls

West End girls



Too many shadows, whispering voices

Faces on posters, too many choices

If, when, why, what?

How much have you got?

Have you got it, do you get it, if so, how often?

And which do you choose, a hard or soft option?



In a West End town, a dead end world

The East End boys and West End girls

A West End town, a dead end world

East End boys, West End girls

West End girls



I've said it all before, I'll say it all again

We're all modern men

We've got no future, we've got no past

Here today, built to last

In every city, in every nation

>From Lake Geneva to the Finland station



And a West End town, a dead end world

The East End boys and West End girls

Ooh West End town, a dead end world

East End boys, West End Girls

West End girls



You've got a heart of glass or a heart of stone

Just you wait 'till I get you home

All your stopping, stalling and starning

Who do you think you are, Joe Stalin?

Sometimes you're better off dead

There's gun in your hand and it's pointing at your head



In a West End town, a dead end world

The East End boys and West End girls

And a West End town, a dead end world

East End Boys, West End girls

West End girls



West End girls



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