Pet Shop Boys "Brits" medley

Lost in the high street, where the dogs run
Roaming suburban boys
Mother's got her hairdo to be done
She says they're too old for toys

Let's take a ride
And run with the dogs tonight in suburbia
You can't hide
Run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia, in suburbia, in suburbia

Boy, it's tough getting on in the world
When the sun doesn't shine
And a boy needs a girl
It's about getting out of a route
You need luck but you're stuck
And you don't know how

Don't have to be
A big bucks Hollywood star
Don't have to drive
A super car to get far
Don't have to live
A life of power and wealth
Don't have to be
Beautiful but it helps

You need more than a big blank cheque to be a lover or
A Gulfstream jet to fly you door to door
Somewhere chic on another shore
You need more, you need more, you need more
You need more, you need more, you need more, you need love

I was faced with a choice at a difficult age
Would I write a book? Or should I take to the stage?
But in the back of my head I heard distant feet
Che Guevara and Debussy to a disco beat

Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could

Little things I should have said and done
I never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Give me one more chance to keep you satisfied
Satisfied

(Together) We will go our way
(Together) We will leave someday
(Together) Your hand in my hand
(Together) We will make our plans

(Go West) Life is peaceful there
(Go West) In the open air
(Go West) Where the skies are blue
(Go West) This is what we're gonna do

Money
I bought you drinks, I brought you flowers
I read your books and talked for hours
Every day so many drinks

Such pretty flowers, so tell me
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?
What have I, what have I, what have I...

Since you went away I've been hanging around
I've been wondering why I'm feeling down
You went away, it should make me feel better
But I don't know how I'm gonna get through
How I'm gonna get through?

All Day, All Day
I'm With Stupid
All Day, All Day!
I'm With Stupid

We were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friend

When I look back upon my life
It's always with a sense of shame
I've always been the one to blame

For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common too

It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to
It's a sin!

We feel it
All around us everyday
In the music that we play
This is a song
About boys and girls
You hear it
Playing all over the world

This is a song
About boys and girls
You hear it
Playing all over the world

Sometimes you're better off dead
There's a gun in your hand and it's pointing at your head
You think you're mad, too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a West End town
Call the police, there's a madman around

Too many shadows, whispering voices
Faces on posters, too many choices
If? When? Why? What?
How much have you got?

Have you got it? Do you get it?
If so, how often?
Which do you choose
A hard or soft option?
(How far have you been?)

In a West End town, a dead end world
The East End boys and West End girls
A West End town, a dead end world
East End boys, West End girls
West End girls
West End girls
West End girls
West End girls
Girls
West End girls
Girls
West End girls