Sometimes you're better off dead

There's a 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

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?

Ooh, West end town, a dead-end world

You got a heart of glass or heart of stone

Just you wait 'til I get you home

We've got no future and we've got no past

Here today, built to last

In every city, in every nation

From lake Geneva to the Finland station

In a West end town a dead-end world

In a West end town in a dead-end world

Girls

East end boys and West end girls

The East end boys and