Murray Head - Old Soho lyrics

The night was raining down On neon streets of old Soho. Our 'macs' were bu*toned tight, We'd just been to a show. Those glossy pictures, Revealing much but never all; The real thing was within, they said "Come in and have a ball". The girls were tired, And not the same as the pictures on the wall. While ladies beckoned us, And each would tell her sorry tale; Some promise in the rain, Of an experience gone stale; No better than a fruit machine, With jackpot gone, and parts for sale. Meanwhile on the sidewalk, A man lay spilling out his life. He spat on civil pity, Wanted money and not a wife. Then he suddenly took out a knife, A car went by and splashed us all - I heard that doorman call, "Come in and have a ball". The hookers, the bookers, The jaded onlookers; The search of the lonely for a billboard sky. The streetwalk, the sleepwalk, The fast and the loose talk; It's a business doing pleasure, With the meek and the shy. There are sometimes - Don't you wish Don't you wish that you'd never come. I wish I could turn, I could turn on my heels, And run from the look in their eyes. There was no element of surprise. Just that look of submission, An open admission, That shows a decision to live their life this way. The hookers, the bookers, The jaded onlookers; The search of the lonely for a billboard sky. The streetwalk, the sleepwalk, The fast and the loose talk; It's a business doing pleasure, With the meek and the shy.