Network South East

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