Lyrics

West End girls
Sometimes you're better off dead
There's 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 restaurant in a West End town
Call the police, there's a madman 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
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?
In a West End town, a dead end world
Meet East End boys and West End girls
Oh a West End town, a dead end world
East End boys, West End girls
West End girls
You've got a heart of glass or a heart of stone
Just you wait 'til I get you home
All your stopping, starting and starting
Who do you think you are, Jo Stalin?
Sometimes you're better of dead
There's a gun in your hand, it's pointing at your head
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
East End boys, West End girls
West End girls
Written by: Chris Lowe, Neil Tennant
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