Horrorshow - Waiting for the 5.04 lyrics

Extreme close-up
Paint-stained Nautica shorts
Three polo caps walking towards me
Town hall the backdrop, platform one
Five o'clock
So the transit madness has begun
I got Bloc Party in my headphones
Rubbing shoulders with the A-list strangers
Till I get home when I spot the a-likes
So I turn it down a bit
Just to catch these kids swagger on
Some "Me Against the World" shit
They're mean mugging at the guards
Bragging how they smashing back carriages
And crushing in the yards
And I can't help but smile as
They walk right past me
For all the days when I
Mighta known who they are
See I used to fight for that army
No longer sport the uniform
But true to form I scribble
Words on paper all day old habit's die hard
Same reason that I'm travelling without a
Valid ticket or concession card
Train enters stage right, all stations
We cross the yellow line like
We running out of patience
Make it inside and find that
All the seats are taken
"Shit, it's gonna be a long ride"
But, I'm homeward bound
Grab a quick look at those around me
Same faces, different day in this ghost town
Kings and pawns side by side
Modern day slave ship for
The nine-to-five nation daily grind ritual
Each rides with their own private
Soundtrack to the same visual
Heads buried in MX, we move in silence
Too afraid to interact with
The people beside us
Passing through the next stop
See two transit cops
And they giving out fines if
You get outta line
Grey dog scare tactics, man I hate that shit
But, I bite my lip and
Ride into the evening sky
When we hit my sector you can rest assured
That I'ma be the first to make
It out those sliding doors
Down the stairs and exit the station
Posted up at some traffic
Lights patiently waiting
Looking at the local where I
Poured drinks for a while
Had to leave 'cause the booze
Hounds were killing the smile
But, I still check the windows
When I walk past
Keeping tabs on which faction's
On the warpath
Up next on the left is the local skate park
Watching the sun set to the
West as the trains past
The colour of dusk burns over the train line
No matter where I roam
Ain't nowhere like Mainline
It's just another day in paradise
Think to myself
As the underages gather with the parasites
Moving on, passing new apartment blocks
It's funny how we so advanced now
That we live in boxes
Take the next left, walk up the street
Check the mail
But as usual there's none for me
And the first thing I did
When I made it inside
Picked up my pen and pad
Started writing this rhyme