OT: Come to London ,even the Police are friendly..... 1703

The distant echo - Of faraway voices boarding faraway trains To take them home to The ones that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked Except for toffee wrapers and this morningÕs paper Mr. jones got run down Headlines of rest and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow Madmen on the rampage And IÕm down in the tube station at midnight I fumble for change - and pull out the queen Smiling, beguiling I put in the money and pull out a plum Behind me Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices Hating, waiting Hey boy they shout - have you got any money? And I said - IÕve a little money and a take away curry, IÕm on my way home to my wife. SheÕll be lining up the cutlery, You know sheÕs expecting me Polishing the glbuttes and pulling out the cork And IÕm down in the tube station at midnight

I first felt a fist, and then a kick I could now smell their breath They smelt of pubs and wormwood scrubs And too many right wing meetings My life swam around me It took a look and watered me in itÕs own existence The smell of brown leather It blended in with the weather It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth It blocked all my senses CouldnÕt see, hear, speak any longer And IÕm down in the tube station at midnight I said I was down in the tube station at midnight

The last thing that I saw As I lay there on the floor Was jesus saves painted by an atheist nutter And a british rail poster read have an awayday - a cheap holiday - Do it today! I glanced back on my life And thought about my wife Õcause they took the keys - and sheÕll think itÕs me And IÕm down in the tube station at midnight The wine will be flat and the curryÕs gone cold IÕm down in the tube station at midnight DonÕt want to go down in a tube station at midnight

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Going underground

Some people might say my life is in a rut, But IÕm quite happy with what I got People might say that I should strive for more, But IÕm so happy I canÕt see the point. Somethings happening here today A show of strength with your boyÕs brigade and, IÕm so happy and youÕre so kind You want more money - of course I donÕt mind To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes

And the public gets what the public wants But I want nothing this societyÕs got - IÕm going underground, (going underground) Well the brbutt bands play and feet start to pound Going underground, (going underground) Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate Me, IÕve enough already on my plate People might need some tension to relax me? IÕm too busy dodging between the flak

What you see is what you get YouÕve made your bed, you better lie in it You choose your leaders and place your trust As their lies wash you down and their promises rust YouÕll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns

And the public wants what the public gets But I donÕt get what this society wants IÕm going underground, (going underground) Well the brbutt bands play and feet start to pound Going underground, (going underground) so let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

We talk and talk until my head explodes I turn on the news and my body froze The braying sheep on my tv screen Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!

Going underground, IÕm going underground!

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