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 Ive a little money and a take away curry, Im on my way home to my wife. Shell be lining up the cutlery, You know shes expecting me Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork And Im 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
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 03:08:50 +0000