Lonesome Street

What do you got?

Mass produce in somewhere hot

You'll have to go in the underground

To get things done here

And then you have

So if it's done

This is the place to come to, or, well it was

I know a hot spot

Crossing on the guillotine

And if you have nobody left to rely on,

I'll hold you in my arms and let you dream

It's got to be that time again

And you, you will be over soon again

So get yourself up, get past on your way

There's nothing to be ashamed of

Taking off again

The 514 to East Grinstead

You've set me off

Crossing on our greatest night

And talking types will let us down, again

Talk, talk on your arse all night

You wanna be there

Step inside the tarmac ride

To the land that time forgot

Oh, we're just gonna go there

Cracks inside the tarmac ride

To the land that crime forgot, oh no

And if you have nobody left to rely on

I'll hold you in my arms and let you drift

Going down to Lonesome Street

Going down to Lonesome Street

Lonesome Street

Going down to Lonesome Street

Lonesome Street

Going down to Lonesome Street

Lonesome Street