The man at the back of the queue was sentTo feel the smack of firm governmentLinger by the flyposter, for a fightIt'
s the same story every nightI've been hurt and we've been hadYou leave home, and you don't go backSomeone told me Monday, s
omeone told me SaturdayWait until tomorrow and there's still no wayRead it in a book or write it in a letterWake up in the m
orning and there's still no guaranteeOnly last night I found myself lostBy the station called King's CrossDead and wounded
on either sideYou know it's only a matter of timeI've been good and I've been badI've been guilty of hanging aroundSomeone
told me Monday, someone told me SaturdayWait until tomorrow and there's still no wayRead it in a book or write it in a lette
rWake up in the morning and there's still no guaranteeSo I went looking out todayFor the one who got awayMurder walking ro
und the blockEnding up in King's CrossGood luck, bad luck waiting in a lineIt takes more than the matter of timeSomeone to
ld me Monday, someone told me SaturdayWait until tomorrow and there's still no wayRead it in a book or write it in a letterW
ake up in the morning and there's still no guaranteeSomeone told me Monday, someone told me SaturdayWait until tomorrow and
there's still no wayRead it in a book or write it in a letterWake up in the morning and there's still no guaranteeAnd there'
s still no guaranteeThere is still no guarantee