workers in their worn-out coatsthe girls from 
Ghentso quiet and contentthis is what we came here for:a friendly word and a cigarettecos' it's true what they saythe world just turns aroundwe'll be happy againthese are the dayswe can truly find ourselvesnothing fancynothing muchthe facts of lifewe all come acrosswhen your legs have walked enoughwe can ride the shabby city buscos' it's true what they saythe world just turns aroundwe'll be happy againthese are the momentswe just can't live withoutthese are the momentswe just can't live withoutthough it's sadno one's dead just yet (x2)and it's true what they saythe world just turns aroundwe'll be happy againthese are the dayswe can truly find ourselves
Sunday morning radiothe sun outside nowhere to be seenskinny girls and bony boysmade up the ruleswhen we came living hereand it's true what they saythe world just turns aroundwe'll be happy againthese are the momentswe just can't live withoutthese are the momentswe just can't live withoutthough it's sadno one's dead just yet (x16)