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