Text: Ultravox. 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