Lovers' Town Revisited

By Billy Bragg.

It's that summer of the evening
Get ready and roll the cassette
There's boys outside preaching genocide
And trying to think up some sort of threat (or "fret", if you're Billy Bragg)

And the ladies in the cloakroom
Take no notice of me
I wish myself was back at home*
But there's nothing safe in watching T.V.

There's something born tomorrow
That I lost when I was out for a drink
How many gangs is it going to take
To change the way I think?

It takes more than good intentions
And a big bloke on the door
No it's never the same after the first time
It doesn't stop them coming back for more

Fighting in the dance halls happens anyway
Sometimes it makes me stop and think
Sometimes it makes me turn away
Sometimes it makes me stop and think
Sometimes it makes me turn away
Sometimes it makes me stop and think
But most times it makes me run away

*That's how I've always heard it, anyway.