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
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
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