There's no mistake, I smell that smell It's that time of year again I can taste the air The clocks go back, railway track Something blocks the line again
fly Hear them in the school yard, in the scrap yard, in the chip shop In the phone box, in the pool hall At the shoe stall every corner turned around
parts us from them The bridge that she used Again and again, again I remember when they found her, Billy Davey's daughter The word gets around, the word gets around
Same long faces in the workman's hall Caramel Crisp counts his birds Cliff chips lines up his dominoes Kingfisher lead singer calms his nerves I'm drinking
I gotta lose weight, I, I swallow honey Is my stand up show still, still, still that funny Am I back for good, I said that I, said that I would be She
Salt grips the road, awaits his lift again Street orange glow, shades the odds against One more sip, a shoe a miss A shaving nick, one extra kiss Who'
could be She could be wrong She could be, she could be She could be wrong She could be, she could be She could be wrong It looks like, it looks like the word
10 minutes flat after the day at the factory. I'm drinking like a dog in the sun I don't need to eat, or sleep a wink at the weekend. Just rot my guts
I feel the wash close down the street Yet Chaplin walks feet nine fifteen And I hear them, hear them call his name And I see him, see him turn away
I get camping eyes in the final hour Last minute shoppers picking cauliflower The fuss they make, you'd swear they were buying a car They always moan
Shopping spree for the family tree Haven't seen your family tree in quite a while Too many sandwiches and wine Sherry stains down your best man's tie,
We all face the same way, still it takes all day I take a look to my left, pick out the worst and the best She paints her lip, greasy and thick, another
: I feel the wash, close down the street, Yet Chaplin walks, feet nine fifteen, And I hear them, hear them, call his name, And I see him, see him, turn
: There's no mistake, I smell that smell, It's that time of year again, I can taste the air The clock's go back, railway track, Something blocks the
Hear them in the school yard, in the scrap yard, in the chip shop, In the phone box, In the pool hall, at the shoe stall every corner turned around
: We all face the same way, still it takes all day, I take a look to my left, pick out the worst and the best, She paints her lip, greasy and thick,
: I gotta lose weight, I, I, swallow honey, Is my stand up show still, still, still that funny, Am I back for good, I said that I, said that I would
: Salt grips the road, awaits his lift again, Street orange glow, shades the odds against, One more sip, a shoe, a miss, a shaving nick, one extra kiss
