Down In The Tube Station At Midnight - Full Version

The distant echo
Of far away voices
Boarding far away 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 wrappers
And this morning′s papers
Mr. Jones got run down
Headlines of death and sorrow
They tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
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 say, "I′ve a little money
And a take away curry
I'm on the way home to my wife"
She'll be lining up the cutlery
You know she′s expecting me
Polishing the glasses
And pulling out the cork
I′m down in the tube station at midnight
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
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 drowned me
In its 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
Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
I′m down in the tube station at midnight
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Hey)
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 away day
A cheap holiday
Do it today′
I glanced back on my life
And thought about my wife
'Cause they took the keys
And she'll think it′s me
I′m down in the tube station at midnight
The wine will be flat
And the curry's gone cold
I′m down in the tube station at midnight
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Don′t want to go down in a tube station at midnight
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Oi