Sometimes you're better off dead There's 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
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?)
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You've got a heart of glass or a heart of stone Just you wait 'til I get you home
We've got no future, we've 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?)
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West End girls
West End girls (How far have you been?)
West End girls
