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It's so insubstantial, it swerves on the curves.
The noise of the upholstery batters the nerves.
If you were a passenger day after day
You'd pay to have somebody blow you away.
As I travel these tracks I cannot forgive
How I lose by degrees the incentive to live
Knowing that vengeance will never be mine
That's what hurts on the misery line.
Hell on Wheels with go-faster stripes.
These passengers here are the tolerant type
I'd like to see them in seven months' time
When the shatter-proof windows are splattered with slime
And they've sacked all the fellas who did the repairs
And shovelled the cheeseburgers off the chairs
From germ-free services smelling of pine
Now it's travel no-class on the misery line.
© John Cooper Clarke