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 [?] 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 you, you will be over soon again

So get yourself up, get past on your way There's nothing to be ashamed of Taking off again The 514 to East Grinstead You've set me off And talking types will let us down Talk, talk on your arse all night You wanna be there

Step inside the tarmac ride To the land that time forgot Oh, we're just gonna 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 Lonesome Street