The man at the back of the queue was sent. To feel the smack of firm government. Linger by the flyposter for a fight. It's the same story every night. I've been hurt and we've been had. You leave home and you don't go back. Someone told me Monday someone told me Saturday. Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way. Read it in a book or write it in a letter. Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee. Only last night I found myself lost. By the station called King's Cross. Dead and wounded on either side. You know it's only a matter of time. I've been good and I've been bad. I've been guilty of hanging around. Someone told me Monday someone told me Saturday. Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way. Read it in a book or write it in a letter. Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee. So I went looking out today. For the one who got away. Murder walking round the block. Ending up in King's Cross. Good luck bad luck waiting in a line. It takes more than the matter of time. Someone told me Monday someone told me Saturday. Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way. Read it in a book or write it in a letter. Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee. Someone told me Monday someone told me Saturday. Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way. Read it in a book or write it in a letter. Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee. And there's still no guarantee. There is still no guarantee