Different to Me

[Verse]

Well I wonder what's going on, same old stuff suppose

Not quite right that the stuff's the same but it seems different to me

Seems like the cancer in this city has got to be terminal

I haven't got it, though; incidentally, where are you?

Thought you lived here, the bright lights have got you

I'd rather be a sprat than a mackerel, you can slip through the net

It's set, it also takes one to catch one