| It was a night, it was just another night | |
| She was sayin' lots of nothing | |
| She was none too bright | |
| But you'll listen much to anythin' | |
| When anythin's in sight, won't ya! | |
| Double back trouble like a temperance hall | |
| She's dealin' with the ceilin' | |
| And the writings on the wall | |
| Then you're wishing it was over, like an endless fall. | |
| It's a lane side fight | |
| Oh no! another main line ride | |
| Oh no! there ain't a train in sight | |
| Oh no! settin' my soul on fire | |
| Try her and buy her | |
| Hire and fire her | |
| Playin' the game his latest flame | |
| Now it's a fine line between passion and dread | |
| Foolin' and a droolin' | |
| Starts rulin' your head | |
| To seduction, destruction | |
| We're so easily lead | |
| And then the dawn, the so impatient telephone | |
| The smell of disappointment | |
| Mirror wants to pick a bone | |
| It's a cup of cold coffee | |
| Like the taste of stale beer | |
| Let's get outta here | |
| It's a lane side fight | |
| Oh no! another main line ride | |
| Oh no! there ain't a train in sight | |
| Oh no! settin' my soul on fire | |
| Try her and buy her | |
| Hire and fire her | |
| Carry the flame and make it last | |
| Carry the blame and kiss your ass goodbye. | |
| (written by rankin, mccafferty, agnew) | |
| Bob'n'weave music (dunfermline) |