Different To Me - Wire

Well, I wonder what’s going on

Same old stuff suppose

Not quite right that

The stuff’s the same but seems different to me

Seems like the cancer in the city has got to be terminal

I haven’t got it through

Incidentally, where are you?

Thought you lived here

The bright lights have got you

I’d rather be a sprat than a mackerel

You can slip through the net

It’s set

It also takes one to catch one