may as well put that gun to my head

Went downtown last night to watch the show
Pushing past spirit soaked bodies ohh
Cut my hair into bangs ohh

Been living in smoky joints since I was thirteen
You’ve heard it all before
Said I’m leaving, said everything in between
Took my father’s money, shut that door

The filth of youth
Up and around
Was pushing down in London town
Given up on chasing stars
Girls like me drinking
With boys in bars

Could’ve told me, could’ve left your name
Could’ve said it was all about the fame.
Tonight like it was back in 1983
Throw all your hands up at me!

Kiss that city and jump the lights
La la la not listening
Dirty looks and stupid fights
Jump that city
Hitch up my skirt baby
Call me up and go on, explain
say what you like, say what you feel
But I’m never never
Never gonna hear you out again.

Now when you’re gone
Got your hands
over my ears
Cigarettes burned out
the excuses
Up against the wall and it looks like rain
The city pulses after dark and I’m back here again.
Didn’t see my boy after then
(Sure, he was gone after then).


So she’ll collapse
Hold up her head now
Boys and girls in the phone booths now
Public riots and band-aid politics
Tights with holes and hats on girls.
(Tights with holes and hats on girls)


So burn me
burn down my house oh yeah
may as well put that gun to my head
don’t call me baby (baby)
one way
lights up ahead
there was backstreet kissing
temperatures raised.

Now when you’re gone
Got your hands
over my ears
Cigarettes burned out
the excuses
Up against the wall and it looks like rain
The city pulses after dark and I’m back here again.
Didn’t see my boy after then
(Sure, he was gone after then).