Jim Woodrow - Bus Stop Blues


This gameshow's shite, where's my loving wife?

The last train home's an hour ago, my eyes went south of
the election poll. 

Where do I say I've had enough, this street speaks wisdom
like a train on it's way through a ghetto "bruv".

Leaving town to find a bus that'll take me back to the place I love.

There's a bridge, settle down but don't be late, someone's nicked yer
trainers mate.

The drama and noise plays along with the boys, sounds like a warning
to the broken, but not their employers.

The sirens are screaming, there's vomit on the chair, welcome to your 
weekend, can't move for stubborn fear.

More beer, where? there's got to be somewhere with a soul. 

I'm glad I stayed at home in bed but I still love this old shithole.