The fire happened a significant time after the album was released, there is no connection
Young people coming from poverty and unemployment in the North East headed to London
Kings Cross is the station they arrived at
The tramps, homeless, hanging round begging were a reminder that you might not make it and could end up like them, worse than you had it
The Streets Paved With Gold myth about London goes back to Dick Whittington
This song is a stark welcome to reality to those arriving
The man at the back of the queue was sentTo feel the smack of firm governmentLinger by the flyposter, for a fightIt's the same story every nightI've been hurt and we've been hadYou leave home, and you don't go back
Only last night I found myself lostBy the station called King's CrossDead and wounded on either sideYou know it's only a matter of timeI've been good and I've been badI've been guilty of hanging around
So I went looking out todayFor the one who got awayMurder walking round the blockEnding up in King's CrossGood luck, bad luck waiting in a lineIt takes more than the matter of time
Someone told me Monday, someone told me SaturdayWait until tomorrow and there's still no wayRead it in a book or write it in a letterWake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee
