Now they're crawling through the doors
Breaking up the chrome and smashing the chairs
Johnny hid by the amps, his head in his hands
Looking for powders and for his way home
And me, I'm still looking for you
Looking at that girl with the torn-up hair
And the boys were all very lonely
So they threw their platforms right down the stairs.
And it was back, way back in the Sixties
When all the rebels sold all their lies
Sold all their trash to castaway pilots
Who only had cash for some more drugs
And I just sat there, I just sat there waiting
For the chalet to fall right down
Into the ocean, like some kind of ritual
For all the boys I never ever knew.
And in the dark, the other side of the city
We're walking around looking for the scene
And Johnny smiled, sensing the red lights
Pulled his act over and began to freeze
And me I'm so lonely, I don't really feel it
Walking around could kill me off
And all the boys cried when they missed the party
They all got lost in the foyer of the Ritz.
Johnny smiles slowly, he knows all the answers
Sits with his arm out, he's slung all the trees
Right in the graveyard by the side of the morgue
I bought a Lagonda-nineteen-fifty-two
We're looking for something, the next best show
Practice guitar and watch all the cars
And those boys were all lost and quite lonely
They're still circling round, round the wrong street.
And it was back, way back in the Sixties
When all the rebels sold all their lies
Sold all their trash to castaway pilots
Who only had cash for some more drugs
The Seventies changed, the only ones I've known yet
I was too young to remember the rest
I've taken the numbers, I've walked past the cafe
I'll win you in the end 'cause that's just too much.
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