Spirit Of The West Gottingen Street
this tumble down street's just a run down street ringing with the clatter of restless feet they're kicking in the windows on gottingen street just to steal the quiet for the night in the morning there will be no pain just a drug coursing through the veins of the ones who give and take the blame for living on the wrong side of the tracks broken windows go with broken homes broken hearts on faces of stone the street's filled with people all alone all alone and all together on gottingen street the neon lights can't take away the many different shades of grey that reach from the shadows to where children play in gutters that run with ruin i'm looking down from the second floor at the sally anne and the tv store insurance salesmen going door to door it looks like business is booming -chorus- see that twisted old figure used to be a man squeezing the juice out of lysol cans livin' in the doorways of shadowland just another extra on the set winter's cruel in this part of town the snow's piled dirty all around the weak fall prey with defences down down, down on gottingen street -chorus-
