Streets: Same Old Thing lyrics
Yeah, street level
Oh oh yeah, thats it..
Right there
At street level
Thats it thats it thats it
Yeah oh tunes heavy
At street level
Thats it thats it thats it yeah.. oh oh right there
Whos round is it?
Down that beer quick smash my glass back down fall over the table
All rowdy and pissed
Seems the only difference between mid week shit and weekend is how loud I speak
And whether I try to pull a girlfriend
Thats it whos got dough?
Hey, you know Id pay but Im broke, only got coinage to show
Putting off walking home on my own to my thrown
Two empty takeaways ashtrays and remains of the day stoned
Pick a bottle off the table, peel the label tell a fable
Offer opinion for free and a solution to the latest big news story
Football and smut daily as I ponder winning the lottery
Buy a drink, chat to a lady, the girls well fit definitley, not maybe, shes rude Id shag
Her and make tea right there
At street level
Thats it thats it thats it
Yeah oi heavy, heavy
At street level
Thats it thats it thats it yeah.. oh oh
Cant lounge in the boozer all day, got manouvers to make
Gotta see a man about a dog, cant be late, Im always late
Raining cats and fog but nice and dry in the black dog
Down it in one my son, cant sit here, gotta run.. things need done
If they dont win this and the next run they getting relegated to the third division
At street level, real people saying repeated sequal
Rock and roll fall to the floor like last night, yesterday morning
And the night before and the night before
Apparently theres a whole world out there somewhere
Its right there, right there
I just dont see it, I just dont see it, oi oi
At street level
Thats it thats it thats it
Yeah, oi street level
At street level
Thats it thats it thats it
Yeah oi oi heavy.. heavy
Lock the door on your way out
