Waterloo Rd. Songtext
von Outpost Drive

His food was bread and margarine
And tea towards the end of the week
Perhaps he got his clothes from charity
Little pale and wizened man
Saves his money for a shave
Calls himself head of the house

Waterloo Road, three days
And a fourth night spent on the street
Waterloo Road, eight shillings
I need to find some money before the evening

There were two great clinker fires
Kept burning day and night
Lodgers in constant rotation
Ragged washing hung on strings
Red-lit men wandering
Telling stories of burgundy


Waterloo Road, three days
And a fourth night spent on the street
Waterloo Road, eight shillings
I need to find some money before the evening

Looking for a home wherever I land
Is there someone up above looking out for me?
Save me from this life
Why am I hung out to dry?

Waterloo Road, three days
And a fourth night spent on the street
Waterloo Road, eight shillings
I need to find some money before the evening

Iron chest filled up with coal
Chains rattle in Winter cold
Fallen on harder times
Breathing fumes deep in my lungs
This is when the reaper comes
We wait for the day