BD7 Lyrics

Well the warm wind it blew through the sixties
But it didn't blow much round here
Disappointment ???
I didn't want it any way
??? white paint ??? on a flint stone wall
??? through the ??? snow
We smiled to ourselves every time we walked by
???

It's a mean old scene

Well they talk too much for business
?? paper ??? western dream
The council took it out every now and again
??? clean
Stick your head over the parapet
They've got a right to shoot you down
Bad stories in the clubs at night
They've got a right to shoot you down

It's a mean old scene

BD7 well I remember
The monsters and October nights and endless rain
Little cats running down running for shelter
??? our songs

Raise your head up above the parapet
They've got a right to shoot you down
Bad stories in the clubs at night
??? in a ??? town

It's a mean old scene