Sometimes youre better off dead
Theres gun in your hand and
its pointing at your head
You think youre mad, too unstable
Kicking in chairs and
knocking down tables,In a restaurant
in a West End town
Call the police,
theres 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
The East End boys and West End girls
West End girls, West End girls
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?
(How much do you need?)
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
The East End boys and West End girls
West End girls, West End girls
West End girls, West End girls
(How much do you need?)
(How much do you need?)
Youve got a heart of
glass or a heart of stone
Just you wait til I get you home
Weve got no future, weve got no past
Here today, built to last
In every city, in every nation
From Lake Geneva to the
Finland station
(How far have you been?)
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, West End girls
West End girls, West End girls
West End girls, West End girls
West End girls, West End girls
(How far have you been?)
(How far have you been?)
West End girls, West End girls
West End girls, West End girls
West End girls, West End girls
West End girls, West End girls