Same Old Same Old Lyrics

The burglar bells chimed midnight

The sky was pouring down

My feet froze to the catwalk

But my head was homeward-bound

Same old blues

Same old back-street blues

My head is stuffed with nicotine

My throat is full of sand

My bloodstream is pure gin

I can't remember how to stand

Same old blues

Same old inner-city blues

The all-night bus is AWOL

I can't get to my bed

There's a tangle in my fingers

And a jangle in my head

Same old blues

Same old long-gone midnight blues