Ultravox - Wide Boys
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from "Ultravox!" - 1977 Please enjoy my group on FaceBook: http://www.facebook.com/groups/114450501967625 (Read the regulation before) - Lyrics: Wide Boys. I took a walk down Rue Morgue Avenue Wearing my latest disguise Enjoying the perfume of utter dismay I was effectively anaesthetized Starving so arrogantly in jumble-sale pearls Evangeline hires out my throat We've got the streets of London mapped in our beds Nagasaki under our coats We're the wide boys Up on the streets Wide boys Ah, come on and meet me Wide boys Delightfully unpleasant with our foxy adolescent sneers Tired of being put down Broken-hearted, my life's not started Tired of being cut down All your illusions disillusion me Wide boys Up on the streets Wide boys Ah, come on and meet me Wide boys Delightfully unpleasant with our foxy adolescent sneers Open sore music plays the wrong side of nightmare Jukebox models collide The saint on the fire escape it bleeds it to the sun Embracing the old suicide bride I spent a few lifetimes making spinal connections Down on Einstein Boulevard I've proud to walk a tightrope now the gravity's so high I swagger like a neon guitar With the wide boys Up on the streets Wide boys Ah, come on and meet me Wide boys Delightfully unpleasant with our foxy adolescent sneers I took a walk down Rue Morgue Avenue Wearing my latest disguise Enjoying the perfume of utter dismay I was effectively anaesthetized Starving so arrogantly in jumble-sale pearls Evangeline hires out my throat We've got the streets of London mapped in our beds Nagasaki under our coats We're the wide boys Up on the streets Wide boys Ah, come on and meet me Wide boys Delightfully unpleasant with our foxy adolescent sneers Tired of being put down Broken-hearted, my life's not started Tired of being cut down All your illusions disillusion me Wide boys Up on the streets Wide boys Ah, come on and meet me Wide boys Delightfully unpleasant with our foxy adolescent sneers Open sore music plays the wrong side of nightmare Jukebox models collide The saint on the fire escape it bleeds it to the sun Embracing the old suicide bride I spent a few lifetimes making spinal connections Down on Einstein Boulevard I've proud to walk a tightrope now the gravity's so high I swagger like a neon guitar With the wide boys Up on the streets Wide boys Ah, come on and meet me Wide boys Delightfully unpleasant with our foxy adolescent sneers
