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) 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 drift It's got to be that time again And June, June will be over soon again So get yourself up, get past it on your way There's nothing to be ashamed of Taking off again The 514 to East Grinstead (You've sent me off to see) 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