Click Song Lyrics

Click Song lyrics

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...