Pet Shop Boys "Brits" Medley

Lost in the high street

Where the dogs run

Roaming suburban boys

Mother's got her hairdo to be done

She says they're too old for toys

Let's take a ride

And run with the dogs tonight in suburbia

You can't hide

Run with the dogs tonight in suburbia

In suburbia, in suburbia

Boy, it's tough getting on in the world

When the sun doesn't shine

And a boy needs a girl

It's about getting out

Of a rut you need luck

But you're stuck and you don't know how

Ohh

Don't have to be

A big bucks Hollywood star

Don't have to drive

A super car to get far

Don't have to live

A life of power and wealth

Don't have to be

Beautiful but it helps

You need more than a big blank cheque to be a lover or

A Gulf-stream jet to fly you door to door

Somewhere chick on another shore

You need more, you need more, you need more

You need more, you need more, you need more

You need love

I was faced with a choice at a difficult age

Would I write a book? Or should I take to the stage?

But in the back of my head, I heard distant feet

Che Guevara and Debussy to a disco beat

Maybe I didn't treat you

Quite as good as I should

Maybe I didn't love you

Quite as often as I could

Little things I should have said and done

I never took the time

You were always on my mind

You were always on my mind

Tell me

Tell me that your sweet love hasn't died

Give me

One more chance to keep you satisfied

Satisfied

(Together) We will go our way

(Together) We will leave someday

(Together) Your hand in my hand

(Together) We will make our plans

(Go West) Life is peaceful there

(Go West) In the open air

(Go West) Where the skies are blue

(Go West) This is what we're gonna do

(Money)

I bought you drinks, I brought you flowers

I read your books and talked for hours

Everyday so many drinks

Such pretty flowers, so tell me

What have I, what have I

What have I done to deserve this?

What have I, what have I

What have I done to deserve this?

What have I, what have I, what have I

Since you went away

I've been hanging around

I've been wondering why

I'm feeling down

You went away

It should make me feel better

But I don't know, whoa

How I'm gonna get through

How I'm gonna get through

(All day, all day)

I'm with stupid

(All day, all day)

I'm with stupid

We were never being boring

We had too much time to find for ourselves

We were never holding back

Or worried that

Time would come to an end

We were always hoping that

Looking back

You could always rely on a friend

When I look back upon my life

It's always with a sense of shame

I've always been the one to blame

For everything I long to do

No matter when or where or who

Has one thing in common too

It's a, it's a, it's a

It's a sin

It's a sin

Everything I've ever done

Everything I ever do

Every place I've ever been

Everywhere I'm going to

It's a sin

Oh wee-o, oh wee-ooo

Oh wee-o, oh wee-ooo

We feel it

All around us everyday

In the music that we play

This is a song

About boys and girls

You hear it

Playing all over the world

This is a song

About boys and girls

You hear it

Playing all over the world

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 restaurants in a West End town

Call the police, there's a madman around

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 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 girls

West End girls

West End girls

Girls

West End girls

Girls

West End girls