Album: Black Eyed Sons
I was carried down a cold, black street
When the sunshine hit my face
As it just might happen, it's hard to believe
I was down and out and crawling away
I had a fast down beer in a hotel bar
For the last five hours with friends
I blew a thirty thousand check in a week from hell
Funny how there's no one now
This isn't no place when you're feeling down
It chews you up and spits you out
Can you hear the people talking on the underground
The little lies of London Town
Well, I hear them now in a moral stream
Close your eyes and count to ten
And the starry light rhythm, yeah, in the world
If ever coming back again
From the face in the corner sure wrestling well
As pretty as a pawn could be
After all these years in a Soho hell
Living out some fantasies
This isn't no place when you're feeling down
It chews you up and spits you out
Can you hear the people talking on the underground
The little lies of London Town
And the last train's leaving in the last'
City should come to life
All the white hat boys and the high street boys
Doing what they need to survive
This isn't no place when you're feeling down
It chews you up and spits you out
Can you hear the people talking on the underground
The little lies of London Town