Evening Standards

Trouble Brews in the night bus queue at the time of the night when the boys go crazy,
see a man with a bottle in his hand and a look in his eye that's a little bit lazy.
Now he's looking at a girl with a tan, and a short skirt, must be ten years younger,
Don't you think she's out your league?
Cos her boyfriend does, and he's there with her.

Trouble Brews in the nightclub queue at the time of the night in the early morning,
see a man with a yellow armband and a hand in your face, your final warning.
Now I find that I can't get inside cos it seems I forgot my driving license,
do you think you could let me in mate?
Back of the queue, stand in silence.

Trouble Brews in the cashpoint queue cos the people have been waiting ages,
in the line, they pass the time, thinking about making babies.
There's a van and a homeless man sitting on the floor out by the pavement,
Do you think you could spare some change? But no-one can
To his Amazement.


Top deck tantrums, conversations
I'm first, for your information.
Climb the stairs to find salvation
fall back down, abominations.


Does anybody else think this town's crazy?
Never ceases to amaze me
what people do, just to get home
it's the second fall of Rome this year.