Lonesome Street

What do you got?
Mass produce in somewhere hot
You'll have to go in the underground
To get things done here
And then you have
So if it's done
This is the 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 dream
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
Crossing 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 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