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