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 mad man 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 in a dead end world
The East end boys and West end girls
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?
Which do you choose?
A hard or soft option?
How much do you need now?
In a West end town, a dead end world
Meet East end boys and West end girls
In a West end town in a dead end world
The East end boys and West end girls
West end girls
West end girls
In a West end town, a dead end world
Meet East end boys and West end girls
In a West end town in a dead end world
The East end boys and West end girls
West end girls
How far, how to feel?
How far, how to feel?
How far, how to feel?