Sometimes you're better off dead, there's a gun in your hand that'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 mad man 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. 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... Of what to believe? 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. 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. You've got a heart of glass or a heart of stone, just you wait till I get you along. We've got no future, we've got no past, here today, built to last in every city and every nation, from Lake Geneva to the Finland Station. We've got no future, we've got no past, here today, built to last in every city and every nation, from Lake Geneva to the Finland Station. Boys and girls. Boys and girls. Boys and girls. Boys and girls.