Trainsong Lyrics

A flash in a pan
A storm in a tea cup
An elephant in the room

I'm on a train on my way to Bristol
Emptying my pockets of a bad perfume
They've cut my mobile phone off,
I don't get paid until the end of the week
I guess a piss up in a brewery is cheaper than you think

There's no money is making music
There's musicians who don't care
See I like drinking whiskey and singing songs for taxi fare
I gotta a tenner in my pocket baby
I'll take you somewhere nice
If you say that you'll be my baby tonight

I know that we're skint and we can't afford anything
But maybe sometimes that means that we got everything
A walk in the park it won't cost us a thing
Still got that tenner left in the morning
I think being skint brings the best out in me
You couldn't buy my soul for 99p

But then the very next day I'm back at the station with a ticket in my hand
A bought that ticket two days ago it was much cheaper back then
But the guy that works at the station
He won't let me through the gate
He said the train I've booked has already left
I was two hours late
He said I'd have to pay again
it struck me as unreasonable
I told him I was skint
He told me that he didn't make the rules

What can you say to the ticket conductor?
Except call him a prick and tell him to fuck off.
I think being skint bring the worst out in me
I'll give you my soul if you get me home for free.

(Thanks to Heather for these lyrics)