West End Girls GWAR

[Verse 1]
Sometimes you're better off dead
There's a gun in your hand and it's pointed at your head
You think you're mad, you're too unstable
Kicking down chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a West End town
Call the police, there's a madman around
Going down underground
To a dive bar in a West End town

[Chorus]
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
The East End boys and West End girls

West End girls
West End girls
West End girls
West End (Yeah!)

[Verse 2]
Too many shadows, whispering voices
Faces on posters, too many choices
If, when, why, what?
How much have you got?
Do you got it, do you get it, if so, how often?
And what do you choose, the hard or soft option?
How much do you need?