Lonesome Street

What do you got?

Mass produced in somewhere hot

You'll have to go on the Underground

To get things done here

And then you have to see

If you need a yellow duck, service done

This is a place to come to

Or well, it was

Another hot spot oh, oh

Crossing on the guillotine

And if you have nobody left to rely on

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

It's got to be that time again

And June, June will be over soon again

So get yourself up, get a pass glitch on your way

There's nothing to be ashamed of

Taking off again

The 514 to East Grinstead

You've sent me off to sea

We're going up, up, up, up, up

Coursing 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 crime forgot

Oh, just don't 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