ver 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 Runnin

Forever 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, the West End girls Too many shadows is whispering voices Faces on posters, too many choices If, when or 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 In a West End town, a dead end world The East End boys and West End girls The West End girls, the West End girls In a West End town, a dead end world The East End boys and West End girls West End town, a dead end world East End boys, West End girls, the West End girls You've got a heart of glass or a heart of stone Just you wait till I get you home we've got no future, we've got no past Here today, built to last in every city and in every nation From Lake Geneva to the Finland station (How far have you been?) And a West End town, a dead end world The East End boys and West End girls A West End town, a dead end world East End boys, West End girls The West End girls The West End girls The West End girls (How far have you been?) Girls East End boys