May 10, 1985 (Montreux Pop Festival, Montreux, Switzerland)
The Wild Boys
The wild boys are calling
On their way back from the fire
In august moon’s surrender to
A dust cloud on the rise
Wild boys fallen far from glory
Reckless and so hungered
On the razors edge you trail
Because there’s murder by the roadside
In a sore afraid new world
A View To A Kill
Meeting you with a view to a kill
Face to faces, secret places, feel the chill
Night fall covers me
But you know the plans I’m making
Still overseas,
Could it be the whole lot opening wide
A sacred why
A mystery gaping inside
A week is why