Winter nineteen eighty one down at the station

Sleeping bag and sixty three pounds heading for waterloo station

Last night I shook my fathers hand told him I was leaving

But as the train goes past the docks my heart stays unbelieving

Sometimes I wish I was rich

Sometimes I wish that I was dead

Sometimes I wish that I was back on the train

Sometimes I wish that I was home again

But I'm strutting with the cats

Running with the dogs

Drinking down the poison to the bottom of the dregs

Looking for the secret of the little white bags

Sometimes I wish I was rich

Sometimes I wish that I was dead

Sometimes I wish that I was back on the train

Sometimes I wish that I was home again

But I'm strutting with the cats

Running with the dogs

Drinking down the poison to the bottom of the dregs

Looking for the secret of the little white bags

All the friends I left behind die slowly on the dole

The factory on the big estate has swallowed my best friend whole

Now I'm living in a hammersmith squat watching an old TV

On the screen the days go by and never stop for me

Sometimes I wish I was rich

Sometimes I wish that I was dead

Sometimes I wish that I was back on the train

Sometimes I wish that I was home again

But I'm strutting with the cats

Running with the dogs

Drinking down the poison to the bottom of the dregs

Looking for the secret of the little white bags