Piccadilly Circus (1999 Remaster)

Piccadilly Circus (1999 Remaster) - Stiff Little Fingers

Written by：Gordon Ogilvie/Jake Burns

Piccadilly Circus in the bed of night

Just passing time beneath the lights

Up in town and all alone

Got no business so minds his own

The hotel room is lonely and cold

He might as well go for a stroll

Idly looking in a hi-fi shop

Footsteps a chuckle and one hard slap

And they didn't even see his face

See him flinch or hear him groan

They didn't even see his eyes

One mean blow and on they ran

He put his fingers to his side

And felt his flesh was open wide

He felt the rent the blow had made

For the hand that fell had held a blade

And they didn't even see his face

See him stumble hear his cry

They didn't even see his eyes

Just lashed out in passing by

What can it mean

Who can makes some sense of that

Did it mean a thing to them

What can make a mind like that

Though forty stitches helped him over

Who can live life over his shoulder

He tried to put it in his past

And flew safe home back to Belfast

And they didn't see his face

See him stagger watch him fall

They didn't even see his eyes

They never knew him at all

Never knew him tried to kill him

Never knew him tried to kill him

Never knew him tried to kill him