Lovers Town Revisited

It's that summer of the evening

Get ready and roll the cassette

There's boys outside preaching genocide

And trying to think up some sort of threat

And the ladies in the cloakroom

Take no notice of me

I wish myself was back at home

But there's nothing safe in watching TV

There's something born tomorrow

That I lost when I was out for a drink

How many gangs is it gonna take

To change the way I think?

It takes more than good intentions

And a big bloke on the door

Though it's never the same after the first time

That doesn't stop them coming back for more

Fighting in the dance halls happens anyway

Sometimes it makes me stop and think

Sometimes it makes me turn away

Sometimes it makes me stop and think

Sometimes it makes me turn away

Sometimes it makes me stop and think

But most times it makes me run away