Old Trains

I way prefer the old trains Where you could open the doors whenever Watch 'em swing round pulling into Victoria Fuck in the toilet, head out the window Through the bars, into the path Oncoming train, the only way to stay awake Nose so close to that thundering blur What if someone like me were to open the door Oncoming train, drunk coming home Nose so close to that thundering blur What if someone like me were to open the door In the guards department drinking my Stella Peace from the pencil necks Fresh from the smokey buffet car of the London to Brighton The old first class that I would pull apart Bulbs out the window for a laugh I way prefer the old trains