What do you got
Mass produce in somewhere hot
Y'all have to go in the underground
To get things done here
And then you have
you know you got it up
So if it's 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 dream
It's got to be that time again
And you you will be
over soon again
So get yourself up
get a past split on your way
It's nothing to be ashamed of
Taking off again
The 514 to East Greenstead
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 just don't go there
Cracks inside the tarmac ride
The land that time forgot oh no
And if you have
nobody left to rely on
I'll hold you in my arms
and let you dream
Going down to Lonesome Street
Going down to Lonesome Street
Lonesome Street
Going down to Lonesome Street
Lonesome Street
Going down to Lonesome Street