The man at the back of the queue was sent
To feel the smack of firm government
Linger by the flyposter, for a fight
Its the same story every night
Ive been hurt and weve been had
You leave home, and you dont go back
someone told me monday, someone told me saturday
wait until tomorrow and theres still no way
read it in a book or write it in a letter
wake up in the morning and theres still no guarantee
Only last night I found myself lost
By the station called kings cross
Dead and wounded on either side
You know its only a matter of time
Ive been good and Ive been bad
Ive been guilty of hanging around
someone told me monday, someone told me saturday
wait until tomorrow and theres still no way
read it in a book or write it in a letter
wake up in the morning and theres still no guarantee
So I went looking out today
For the one who got away
Murder walking round the block
Ending up in kings 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 theres still no way
read it in a book or write it in a letter
wake up in the morning and theres still no guarantee
someone told me monday, someone told me saturday
wait until tomorrow and theres still no way
read it in a book or write it in a letter
wake up in the morning and theres still no guarantee
and theres still no guarantee
there is still no guarantee