P.S.B. Megamix (Long) Songtext / Lyric

Sooner or later, this happens to everyone

To everyone



You can fly away to the end of the world

But where does it get you?



Love comes quickly whatever you do you can't stop falling, oohh oohh

Love comes quickly whatever you do you can't stop falling, oohh oohh oooooh...

Love comes quickly whatever you do you can't stop falling, oohh oohh oooooh...

Ooh oohh oohh...



West End girls!



Sometimes you're better off dead

There's a gun in your hand and it's pointing at your head

You think you're mad, too unstable

kicking in chairs and knocking down tables

in a restaurant in a West End town

Call the police! There's a madman around

Running down underground to a dive bar in a West End town






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!



I bought you drinks, I brought you flowers

I read your books and talked for hours

Every day so many drinks such pretty flowers, so tell me

What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?

What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?

What have I, what have I, what have I…



Since you went away I've been hanging around

I've been wondering why I'm feeling down

You went away, it should make me feel better

But I don't know how I'm gonna get through

How I'm gonna get through



Money, money...



(Aahhhhh) Money



You can see I'm single-minded, I know what I could be

How'd you feel about it, come and take a walk with me?

I'm looking for a partner, regardless of expense

Think about it seriously, you know, it makes sense



Mo-mo-money, mo-mo-money

Mo-mo-money, mo-mo-money

Mo-mo-money, mo-mo-money

Mo-mo-money, mo-mo-money



Oh, there's a lot of... (money, money), lof of..., lot of..., lot of..., lot of..., lot of..., lot of..., lot of..., lot of..., lot of..., lot of..., lot of..., lot of..., lot of...,



In the night



Zazou, what you gonna do?

There's a lot of people gunning for you

Zazou, comment allez-vous?

A knock on the door in the night

That Zazou he don't care

Dark glasses, long hair

Takes his time, sneers at men

Some ugly people want revenge

Zazou, comment allez-vous?

A knock on the door in the night

In the night



Lost in the high street, where the dogs run

Roaming suburban boys

Mother's got a hairdo to be done

She says they're too old for toys

Stood by the bus stop with a felt pen

In this suburban hell

And in the distance a police car

To break the suburban spell



Let's take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight

In Suburbia

You can't hide, run with the dogs tonight

In Suburbia

In Suburbia

In Suburbia...

Run with the dogs tonight

You can't hide

Run with the dogs tonight

You can't hide (You can't hide, you can't hide...)

In Suburbia



Maybe I didn't treat you quite as good as I should

Maybe I didn't love you quite as often as I could

Little things I should have said and done

I never took the time

You were always on my mind

You were always on my mind



Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died

Give me one more chance to keep you satisfied



It's a sin



So I look back upon my life

Forever with a sense of shame

I've always been the one to blame

For everything I long to do

No matter when or where or who

Has one thing in common too



It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin

It's a sin



It's a sin