We could lie on the rails
 And when the morning comes
 We'll be miles away
 Miles away

 Slipping away while the city sleeps
 Running away from this cruel disease
 Miles away  miles away

 Modern boys  modern boys
 Hand in hand  sick of the fear
 Chasing away all the hungry years
 We're the modern boys

 Come onto me my sickly thing
 We could lie on the rails
 But to really win we'll just drive away, drive away

 Yes, the world calls my international
 So let the decades die, let the parties fall
 And we'll be miles away, miles away
 Because we'll be living like
 Modern boys, modern boys

 Hand in hand, sick of the fear
 Chasing away all the hungry years

 Into the night, under the stars
 Jumping the lights in the silent cars
 He's on your left, I'm on your right
 It's so easy in the concrete night