Click Song

He sits in a room down the dead end street

Dirty old t-shirt sweating in the heat

He's got no girl and no money for a drink

No deeper way to sink

No deeper way

He was looking for a job, jobs are hard to find

Everyday the same things torture his mind

Built himself a world

To leave those troubles behind

I'm sorry that world ain't mine

I'm sorry that world ain't mine

Once we were friends but that is long ago

In 1987 I decided to go

I left him in his room down the dead end street

Now I've heard he's killed his neighbours dog

Just to have a piece of meat

And that is what I call

And that is what I call

No chance to retreat...