Senorita lives on the street she sells her love Far from the places, far from the faces that she loves Why is this city such an attraction? Night after night she's looking for action Sometimes she comes to me I guess I could be the one that she needs but I don't know The way that she lives is so new to me it scares me so Somewhere inside her there is a place When she comes around it's there on her face It's something she just can't hide Sometimes I feel that you're not with me When I see those wild horses in your eyes Somewhere in the distance I can hear guitars and underneath the stars I know she's dreaming Of Spanish bars Under the lights The girls of the night turn on their charms While we sit on the bed We talk and we laugh and drink red wine Then as the pieces fall into place I see all the answers there in her face It's something she just can't hide Sometimes I feel that you're not with me When I see those wild horses in your eyes Somewhere in the distance I can hear guitars and underneath the stars I know she's dreaming Of Spanish bars Sometimes I feel that you're not with me When I see those wild horses in your eyes Somewhere in the distance I can hear guitars and underneath the stars I know she's dreaming Of Spanish bars

Terry's Inside (Paul Oxley's Unit) Terry's exitable, he's always been the same, Never too smart at school always took the blame But she was there waiting for him Whenever he went away and Terry's inside again, Terry's inside again And it's torn her apart again. She was in love with him since long before leaving school To work in a factory and follow the family rules, Though he never looked for trouble Somehow it always came Terry's inside again, Terry's inside again And it's torn her apart again. Follow that winding road to where it leads And if it leads you home you won't have to be alone. Come monday afternoon down at the factory, They're asking questions now, "hey have you seen Marie?" While there in their small apartment She's lying beside the bed and Terry's inside again, Terry's inside again And it's torn her apart again.

In the middle of a C-Fax comedy, With the aid of siliconology, I push my video back into the wall above my head, I take a pill and I fall into my bed. I miss my friend so I call her on the phone, We talk a while about the future of the clone And as the picture fades and all is silent once again I find I'm staring at the contents of my home. Those Plastic streets don't offer consolation The only add to your isolation... Living in the Western, living in the Western, Living in the Western world... I seem to feel a little lonely in the night, I tap a rhythm on the panel on my right And as I watch the colours swirling round upon my wall I sit and wonder at the marvel of it all... Living in the Western, living in the Western, Living in the Western world...