If you're thinking of making a break for it
From the silent streets and the households full of names
And the kids up on the TV, they're all brand new friends for life
and I just can't stand the sight another day
They put a bargain basement price upon my head,
and now honey I've never felt so alive or so undead
So pick me up again
'Cos tomorrow's not what it used to be now
You know it don't exist
and there's never been a better time
then way back when in a place like this
Where we can stay all night winning arguments
and rubbing shoulders with the Black List
until our welcomes overstayed, our credit spent
We'll never work in this town again
Now her sources speak in whispers
they get in my dreams
like a white gloved hand inside a diamond case
Now there's ideas inside my head that I'm not sure belong to me
and I can't fall asleep half as much as I awake
Yeah, I've sucked the ink out of every poison pen
Yeah, they'll call you old fashioned and then pronounce you dead
But I'll get up again
We're at the business end of a bad idea
when she says it's time to go
And we'd rather do our soul searching some place we might see a soul
'Cos there's never ever been a distance here
that time itself don't own
It's like we're always running backwards towards the end
We'll never work in this town again.
We'll never work in this town again.
Oh, now, now I got out from under the heels of those middle men
Yeah, I convinced myself that there's life before death.
So pick me up again.
'Cos tomorrow's not what it used to be now
You know it don't exist
And there's never been a
blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah!
in a place like this
Where we could stay all night winning arguments
and rubbing shoulders with the black list
Until our welcome's overstayed, our credit spent
We'll never work
Ah, make it all mean nothing.
Come on, be a friend.
We'll never work in this town again.