Downmarket - The Blades

In an unfamiliar bed

In an unfamiliar room

Theres a throbbing in my head

Ive succeeded I presume

Everythings black and white and red

Living from day to day to day

I suppose i cant be choosy

When theres not too many choices

With problems of a nation

Im not waiting at an airport

Im not waiting at a station

Im standing at a bus stop

Downmarket

Downmarket

On a rainy afternoon

On a gambling machine

Same old jukebox same old tune

Its hard to break an old routine

Everythings black and white and grey

Living from day to day to day

Its a fatal resignation

When theres nothing left to hope for

In a hopeless situation

Im not waiting at an airport

Im not waiting at a station

Im standing at a bus stop

Downmarket

Downmarket

Downmarket

Downmarket

Downmarket

Downmarket