Leaving It Up to You - Live, Zeche Bochum 06.03.1983

This song is, uh, this song's from Helen Detroy, on some covers of Helen Detroy
And it's not on others, it's called "Leaving it up to you"

Looking for a friend, looking everywhere
Took a walk down the boulevard, the boulevard of friends
All those mild-mannered friends I've got they're careless, they've fallen down
They've fallen down all over the town, all over the place
It's embarrassing, I don't want them talking to me no more

Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you
Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you

All the buildings are breaking down
Like the whispering in your heart
And it's sordid how life goes on
When I could be tearing you apart
Given half the chance, given half a chance
I'd do it now, I'd do it now, right now, you fascist

We could all feel safe like Sharon Tate
We could give it all up, we could give it all up
And the newspapers, what about the newspapers?
They watching me giving it to you
And the radio, what about that radio?
They'd be listening to me giving it to you

Damn right mama, damn straight
I hear hissing in the distance as the tanks come crawling over the hill
They crawling over the hill like rattlesnakes in the desert sun
They're blistering up my spell, they're breaking it up
They're breaking up my spell, oh, what else have I got?
What the hell else have I got, but that spell?

Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you
Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it in the cloakroom for you

Thank you very much