Lyrics
Sometimes you're better off dead
There's a gun in your hand, it's pointed at your head
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?
Which do you choose, the 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
(West End girls)
How much do you need?
In a West End town, a dead-end world
The East End boys and West End girls
Ooh, in a West End town, a dead-end world
East End boys and West End girls
(West End girls)