Down To The Subway - Jamie T

Hey, what you say yesterday?

She had fun when they leave alone on Saturday and night

They love to drink and they love to have a fight

It’s my town coming up down the road

She left you grim and down on the phone

Singing songs has all gone wrong

Since time’s been passing, better run, son

Jack backdoor never go bitch-slap

The slap from your mother when you just got born

And how about calling off some times?

In cotton socks, getting ripped with our wives

Track back when I feel that knife and

Heavy in your lungs and down your spine and

Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy load

Down and up these side tar roads

Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy load

Down these side roads

But it’s all alright, sometimes

What you reckon about this one, boys and girls?

Next, uh, next number

That’s appendice

I remember getting wasted

Before we drive to the races

Run down to the subway station

Got down and missed our train and

How did you get to go there?

I went back to my home where

I sat and drank my wine

I feel fine and so I’m home, contorting

Arms down, take your time

On Monday morning, feeling fine

Missy must’ve heard you say

«You learnt anything more about them?»

There’s been backstabbing and a bitch-slapping

And a call of «four to the floor,» she’s bleeding

Who’s gonna get her out of this place?

It’s not me, not a gentleman’s race

Walk to the pavement, look at people

Think to myself, jam in traffic

Love elastic, smack in the kitchen

Bitching reminds me of my classroom

Break-in pictures I’m flicking inward

Sinks the cops who got called to the brink or

Take time and muddle their way up

There’s a buzz feeling, you let them forward

We’re going down on the runway

We’re going right down on the subway

We’re going down on the runway

Gonna go catch the train

We’re going right down to the subway

Gonna go get ourselves a Saturday

We’re going

We’re going down on a Sunday

Down to the subway, down 'til the Monday

We’re going down on a Sunday

To the subway to challenge her