What do you got?
Mass produced in somewhere hot
You'll have to go on the Underground
To get things done here
And then you have
[?] service done
This is a place to come to, or, well, it was
I know a hot spot
Crossing on the guillotine
[Chorus]And if you have nobody left to rely on
I'll hold you in my arms and let you drift
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
And talking types will let us down
Talk, talk on your arse all night
You wanna be there
[Bridge]
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
