A dead end world

The East End boys

And West End girls



Sometimes, you're better off dead

There's a 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

The East End boys and 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?)



In 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

West End girls

West End girls



Girls

West End girls

And East End boys

(How much do you need?)



You got a heart of glass or a heart of stone?

Just you wait 'til I get you home

We've got no future and we've got no past

Here today, built to last

In every city, in every nation

From Lake Geneva to the Finland station

(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

In 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

West End girls

West End girls



Girls

West End girls

And East End boys

And West End girls

Girls

West End girls

And East End boys

And West End girls