The Blades - Downmarket

In an unfamilar bed

In an unfamiliar room

There's a throbbing in my head

I've succeeded I presume

Everything's black and white and grey

Living from day to day to day

I suppose I can't be choosy, when there's not too many choices

With the problems of the nation

I'm not waiting at an airport

I'm not waiting at a station

I'm standing at a bus stop. Downmarket. Downmarket.

On a rainy afternoon

On a gambling machine

Same old jukebox, same old tune

It's hard to break this old routine

Everything's black and white and grey

Living from day to day to day

It's a fatal resignation, when there's nothing left to hope for

In a hopeless situation

I'm not waiting at an airport

I'm not waiting at a station

I'm standing at a bus stop. Downmarket. Downmarket.

Written by:
Paul Cleary

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