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Bluelighter
There's a gun in your hand 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 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
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?
(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
West End girls
In a West End town, a dead end world
The East End boys and West End girls
Ooh, West End town, a dead end world
East End boys, West End girls
West End girls
You got a heart of glass or a heart of stone
Just you wait 'til I get you home
We've got no future
We've got no past
Here today, built to last
In every city, in every nation
From Lake Geneva to the Finland station
(How far have you been?)
In 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
West End girlsRectify
Bluelighter
[Thurston]
A-back in the days when the battles raged, and we thought it was nothing
A bookstore man meets the CIA, and we know
Throw me a cord and plug it in, get the cradle rocking
Ah, out with the redneck pig old men, and it's go
The hair in the hole in my head
Too bad the scene is dead
Memories in the shadow
Back in time again
Ah, I can't forget your terrorized face, when you cried for the shameless
Wasted life Ameri-K-K-Kan, and you smile
So why should we run when we cannot hide, and my flag is burning?
We could be wrong but that's allright, we'll rise again
The hair in the hole in my head
Too bad the scene is dead
Memories in the shadow
It's back in town again
Lookin' away it's another day, and of course we love you
Radical man is the CIA, and we say no
We'll round up the Durham H.C. kids, and the Char Grill Killers
Jesse H. come into our pit, all ages show
The hair in the hole in my head
Too bad the scene is dead
Memories in the shadow
It's back in time again