Down in the Tube Station at Midnight

And now she's expecting me
The last thing that I saw as I lay there on the floor
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork
I said, "I was down in the tube station at midnight" Hey
I fumble for change, and pull out the Queen, smiling, beguiling
It blocked all my senses, couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings, my life swam around me
Was 'Jesus Saves' painted by an atheist nutter
Madmen on the rampage, and I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I put in the money and pull out a plum, behind me
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
The glazed, dirty steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
But I say, I've a little money and a take away curry

I first felt a fist, and then a kick, I could now smell their breath
Whispers in the shadows, gruff blazing voices, hating, waiting

And a British Rail poster read
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight

I'm down in the tube station at midnight
And this morning's papers, Mr. Jones got run down
Cold and uninviting, partially naked, except for toffee wrappers
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight

The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold
The smell of brown leather, it blended in with the weather
I glanced back on my life and thought about my wife
Hey boy, they shout, have you got any money?
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence

'Cause they took the keys, and she'll think it's me
'Have an away day, a cheap holiday, do it today'
I'm on the way home to my wife, she'll be lining up the cutlery

Headlines of death and sorrow, they tell of tomorrow