West End girls, the West End girlsnnSometimes you're better off deadnThere's gun in your hand and it's pointing at your headnYou think you're mad, too unstablenKicking in chairs and knocking down tablesnnIn a restaurant in a West End townnCall the police, there's a madman aroundnRunning down underground to a dive barnIn a West End townnnIn a West End town, a dead end worldnThe East End boys and West End girlsnIn a West End town, a dead end worldnThe East End boys and West End girls, the West End girlsnnToo many shadows is whispering voicesnFaces on posters, too many choicesnIf, when or why, what? How much have you got?nHave you got it, do you get it, if so, how often?nWhich do you choose, a hard or soft option?n(How much do you need?)nnIn a West End town, a dead end worldnThe East End boys and West End girlsnIn a West End town, a dead end worldnThe East End boys and West End girlsnThe West End girls, the West End girlsnnWest End girls, the West End girlsnnYou've got a heart of glass or a heart of stonenJust you wait till I get you home we've got no future, we've got no pastnHere today, built to last in every city and in every nationnFrom Lake Geneva to the Finland stationn(How far have you been?)nnAnd a West End town, a dead end worldnThe East End boys and West End girlsnA West End town, a dead end worldnEast End boys, West End girlsnnThe West End girlsnThe West End girlsnThe West End girlsn(How far have you been?)nnGirlsnEast End boys