West End Girls

Sometimes you're better off dead There's a gun in your hand 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 West End girls In a West End town a dead end world The East End boys 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? Which do you choose -A hard or soft option? (How much do you need?) In a West End town a dead end world The East End boys West End girls In a West End town a dead end world The East End boys West End girls West End girls West End girls In a West End town a dead end world The East End boys West End girls In a West End town a dead end world The 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 You've got no future, got no past Here today, built to last In every city in every nation From Lake Geneva To the Finland station In a West End town a dead end world The East End boys West End girls In a West End town a dead end world The East End boys West End girls West End girls West End girls West End girls