Busman's Holiday

Clyde Endless rows of coke machines Nothing here but empty dreams Hey miss, the same again No time to write to you Hey miss, will you make that two? This place don't have a name Hey, hey babe, I'm on the road again No time 'cept in my head And I just

Spent two years of my life in a foreign land. Came home to my own wife, had a different man. Saw fifteen sons and fathers lying on the ground. Just one click of my thumb, everybody's down. Life ain't just what it seems. Still run by ancient schemes.