Piccadilly Circus Lyrics - Pure Fingers Live: St. Patrix 1993 - Stiff Little Fingers

Piccadilly Circus in the dead of night 

Just passing time beneath the lights 

Up in town and all alone 

Got no business so minds his own 

The hotel room is lonely and cold 

He might as well go for a stroll 

Idly looking in a hi-fi shop 

Footsteps, a chuckle, and one hard slap 

And they didn't even see his face 

See him flinch or hear him groan 

They didn't even see his eyes 

One mean blow and on they ran 

He put his fingers to his side 

And felt his flesh was open wide 

He felt the rent the blow had made 

For the hand that fell had held a blade 

And they didn't even see his face 

See him stumble, hear his cry 

They didn't even see his eyes 

Just lashed out in passing by 

What can it mean? 

Who can make some sense of that? 

Did it mean a thing to them? 

What can make a mind like that? 

Those forty stitches helped him over 

Who can live life over his shoulder? 

He tried to put it in his past 

And flew safe home back to Belfast 

And they didn't even see his face 

See him stagger, watch him fall 

They didn't even see his eyes 

They never knew him at all 

Never knew him 

Tried to kill him 

Never knew him 

Tried to kill him