Tones on Tail

On the wild, wild night You were so fast and flash it stings But life's too short - never came through The last straw never waits Than it's bang goes your bomb Sparks keep flying then - broke in two A flash of white light A thrilling hope, some pure

You're given two sets of clues With the answers all the same And a two-speed crossword Called 'Love in the Suds' Your bullet holes are screaming Wearing shoes you should be seen in With a brave knife and fork We're all set to go flying Comes trouble