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