| Song | Toe Rag |
| Artist | The Rifles |
| Album | Great Escape |
| 作曲 : Crowther, Marsh, Pyne, Stoker | |
| 作词 : Crowther, Marsh, Pyne/Stoker | |
| Walk out of the door and make my way up the street | |
| Cold wind in my eyes runs a tear down my cheek | |
| Not a soul to be heard so no point to complain | |
| At least the sound of the birds compensates for the rain | |
| Hit the queue for the bus and then join the line | |
| Same faces for the last ten years of my life | |
| See them more than my friends I couldn't tell you their names | |
| Shattered glass on the floor the kids have run out of games | |
| And I don't see that's ever gonna change | |
| One hour passes till I'm back on my feet | |
| A stone's throw I will be walking till I'm off the street | |
| Hang my coat to dry, settle down with the herd | |
| Some I really don't mind, some just get on my nerves | |
| Turn my back to the clock cause it slows the time | |
| Take out a cigarette and hear the match strike | |
| Turn the radio on to drown the sound of the rain | |
| Same bands same songs play again and again | |
| And I don't see that's ever gonna change | |
| Tell me I'm not right say what you like I'm miles away | |
| And expect nothing changing except for the name of the day. | |
| From my place of work I move away in haste | |
| Time there moves slow but rushes when I'm away | |
| Pass a girl from my school the conversation's brief | |
| Gotta catch that train, get myself some relief | |
| I meet up with friends and they knock off at six | |
| I pull at five and walk about for a bit | |
| Watch the world go by through an empty glass | |
| And I know that won't be the last 'so' | |
| Tell me I'm not right say what you like I'm miles away | |
| And expect nothing changing except for the name of the day. | |
| Creep back into bed and I pull up the sheet | |
| High over my head and undercover my feet | |
| Till the room goes dark and i'm miles away | |
| Jump to the alarm and start another day! |
| zuò qǔ : Crowther, Marsh, Pyne, Stoker | |
| zuò cí : Crowther, Marsh, Pyne Stoker | |
| Walk out of the door and make my way up the street | |
| Cold wind in my eyes runs a tear down my cheek | |
| Not a soul to be heard so no point to complain | |
| At least the sound of the birds compensates for the rain | |
| Hit the queue for the bus and then join the line | |
| Same faces for the last ten years of my life | |
| See them more than my friends I couldn' t tell you their names | |
| Shattered glass on the floor the kids have run out of games | |
| And I don' t see that' s ever gonna change | |
| One hour passes till I' m back on my feet | |
| A stone' s throw I will be walking till I' m off the street | |
| Hang my coat to dry, settle down with the herd | |
| Some I really don' t mind, some just get on my nerves | |
| Turn my back to the clock cause it slows the time | |
| Take out a cigarette and hear the match strike | |
| Turn the radio on to drown the sound of the rain | |
| Same bands same songs play again and again | |
| And I don' t see that' s ever gonna change | |
| Tell me I' m not right say what you like I' m miles away | |
| And expect nothing changing except for the name of the day. | |
| From my place of work I move away in haste | |
| Time there moves slow but rushes when I' m away | |
| Pass a girl from my school the conversation' s brief | |
| Gotta catch that train, get myself some relief | |
| I meet up with friends and they knock off at six | |
| I pull at five and walk about for a bit | |
| Watch the world go by through an empty glass | |
| And I know that won' t be the last ' so' | |
| Tell me I' m not right say what you like I' m miles away | |
| And expect nothing changing except for the name of the day. | |
| Creep back into bed and I pull up the sheet | |
| High over my head and undercover my feet | |
| Till the room goes dark and i' m miles away | |
| Jump to the alarm and start another day! |