Wide Boys - Ultravox

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