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