Lyrics Same Old Same Old - David Harley

The burglar bells chimed midnight
The sky was pouring down
My feet froze to the catwalk
But my head was homeward-bound
Same old blues
Same old back-street blues

My head is stuffed with nicotine
My throat is full of sand
My bloodstream is pure gin
I can't remember how to stand
Same old bluesSame old inner-city blues

The all-night bus is AWOL
I can't get to my bed
There's a tangle in my fingers
And a jangle in my head
Same old blues
Same old long-gone midnight blues