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If you're thinking of making a break for itFrom the silent streets and the households full of namesAnd the kids up on the TV, they're all brand new friends for lifeand I just can't stand the sight another dayThey put a bargain basement price upon my head,and now honey I've never felt so alive or so undeadSo pick me up again'Cos tomorrow's not what it used to be nowYou know it don't existand there's never been a better time then way back when in a place like thisWhere we can stay all night winning argumentsand rubbing shoulders with the Black Listuntil our welcomes overstayed, our credit spentWe'll never work in this town againNow her sources speak in whispersthey get in my dreams like a white gloved hand inside a diamond caseNow there's ideas inside my head that I'm not sure belong to meand I can't fall asleep half as much as I awakeYeah, I've sucked the ink out of every poison penYeah, they'll call you old fashioned and then pronounce you deadSongtexteBut I'll get up againWe're at the business end of a bad idea when she says it's time to goAnd 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 ownIt's like we're always running backwards towards the endWe'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 menYeah, I convinced myself that there's life before death.So pick me up again.'Cos tomorrow's not what it used to be nowYou know it don't existAnd there's never been a blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah!in a place like thisWhere we could stay all night winning arguments and rubbing shoulders with the black listUntil our welcome's overstayed, our credit spentWe'll never workAh, make it all mean nothing.Come on, be a friend.We'll never work in this town again. Aus Songtexte Mania