Karaoké Down in the Tube Station at Midnight The Jam

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 wrappers and this morning's papers

Mister 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

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, I've a little money and a take away curry

I'm on my 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

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

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

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 away day

A cheap holiday do it today

I glanced back on my life and thought about my wife

'Cos 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

Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight

Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight

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