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...