Interpret:

Joan Armatrading

Album:

Into The Blues

Smell of a man
 Smell of musk
 The noise of the train
 From morning till dusk
 The up escalator broken down
 The clothes on my back
 Look like they were taken out of the laundry basket
 To weary to wash
 To weary to wash


 Now there's hordes of people
 Pushing and shoving
 Sizzling noises coming out of their ears
 Hold on to the strap
 Or hold on to a stranger
 Hope that stranger's day has not been too hard


 Aggression builds up
 When the going is slow
 And you're packed like sardines
 Something's gotta blow


 Something's gotta blow
 When you work so hard
 And the sweat pours down on you
 Something's gotta blow
 When your pay don't match
 The work you slave
 And the pain you get


 Something's gotta blow
 Please stand on the right
 So I can pass on the left
 Cos Something's gotta blow
 Something's gotta blow
 Something's gotta blow




 Dodging the fare
 Ain't woth the crime
 Think of your loved ones
 Whilst you're doing your time
 Being met at the station
 No better thrill
 Than that 4x4 cruiser
 Coming over the hill
 Bringing love and relief
 From the noise and the heat
 From the suicide jumpers
 From that head nodding sleep


 From the smell of burgers
 And the rustling of sweets
 Someone lend me your phone
 So I can say which train to meet
 Let me say which train to meet


 Something's gotta blow
 When you work so hard
 And the sweat pours down on you
 Something's gotta blow
 When your pay don't match
 The work you slave
 And the pain you get


 Something's gotta blow
 Please stand on the right
 So I can pass on the left
 Cos Something's gotta blow
 Something's gotta blow