Whispers in the shadows, gruff blazing voices, hating, waiting
They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs
Headlines of death and sorrow, they tell of tomorrow
And too many right wing meetings, my life swam around me
The last thing that I saw as I lay there on the floor
'Cause they took the keys, and she'll think it's me
Madmen on the rampage, and I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I'm on the way home to my wife, she'll be lining up the cutlery
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
I fumble for change, and pull out the Queen, smiling, beguiling
Was 'Jesus Saves' painted by an atheist nutter
And this morning's papers, Mr. Jones got run down
The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
I glanced back on my life and thought about my wife
I put in the money and pull out a plum, behind me
Hey boy, they shout, have you got any money?
'Have an away day, a cheap holiday, do it today'
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
And now she's expecting me
I said, "I was down in the tube station at midnight" Hey
But I say, I've a little money and a take away curry
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
It blocked all my senses, couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
The smell of brown leather, it blended in with the weather
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork
Cold and uninviting, partially naked, except for toffee wrappers
The glazed, dirty steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
And a British Rail poster read
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
I first felt a fist, and then a kick, I could now smell their breath
