West End Girls
Sometimes you're better off deadThere's gun in your hand and it's pointing at your headYou think you're mad, too unstableKicking in chairs and knocking down tablesIn a restaurant in a West End townCall the police, there's a madman aroundRunning down underground to a dive barIn a West End town
In a West End town, a dead end worldThe East End boys and West End girlsIn a West End town, a dead end worldThe East End boys and West End girlsWest End girls
Too many shadows, whispering voicesFaces on posters, too many choicesIf, 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 worldThe East End boys and West End girlsIn a West End town, a dead end worldThe East End boys and West End girlsWest End girlsWest End girls
(How much do you need?)
In a West End town, a dead end worldThe East End boys and West End girlsOooh West End town, a dead end worldEast End boys, West End GirlsWest End girls
You've got a heart of glass or a heart of stoneJust you wait 'til I get you homeWe've got no future, we've got no pastHere today, built to lastIn every city, in every nationFrom Lake Geneva to the Finland station(How far have you been?)
In a West End town, a dead end worldThe East End boys and West End girlsA West End town, a dead end worldEast End Boys, West End girlsWest End girls
West End girls
West End girls(How far have you been?)
GirlsEast End boysAnd West End girlsAnd West End girls(... forever)And West End girls(How far have you been?)
East End boysThe West End girlsThe West End boysAnd West End girls
The West End girlsThe West End boysThe West End girls