We’ll Never Work in This Town Again

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Paul Dempsey - Rock

We’ll Never Work in This Town Again

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If you're thinking of making a break for it From the silent streets and the households full of names And the kids up on the TV They're all brand new friends for life And I just can't stand the sight another day They put a bargain basement price upon my head And now, honey, I've never felt so alive or so undead So, pick me up again 'Cause tomorrow's not what it used to be Now, you know it don't exist And there's never been a better time than way back when In a place like this When we can stay all night winning arguments And rubbin' shoulders with the black list Until our welcome's overstayed, our credits spent We'll never work in this town again Now, his sources speak in whispers They get in my dreams Like a white-gloved hand inside a diamond case Now there's ideas inside my head That I'm not sure belong to me And I can't fall asleep half as much as I awake Yeah, I've sucked the ink out of every poisoned pen Yeah, they'll call you old-fashioned and then pronounce you dead But I'll get up again We're at the business end of a bad idea When she says, "it's time to go!" Yeah, we would rather do our soul-searching Someplace we might see a soul 'Cause there's never ever been a distance here That time itself don't own It's like we're always running backwards towards the end We'll never work in this town again (Na na, na na, na) We'll never work in this town again (Na na, na na, na) Oh, we'll never work in this town again (Na na, na na, na) Again, again, again (Na na, na na, na) Oh, now, now I got out from under the heels of those middle-men Yeah, I convinced myself that there's life before death So, pick me up again 'Cause tomorrow's not what it used to be Now, you know it don't exist And there's never been a blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah In a place like this Where we can stay all night, winning arguments And rubbing shoulders with the black list Until our welcome's overstayed, our credits spent We'll never work Oh, make it all mean nothing Come on, be a friend We'll never work in this town again Ooh... Na na, na na, na

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  • Paul Dempsey