HORRORSHOW - Waiting For The 5.04 lyrics

rate me

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've 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 past me

for all the days when I might've 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 habits die hard, same reason that I'm travelling

without a valid ticket or concession card

Train enters stage Ryde, 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 pride

like soundtrack to the same visual

Heads buried in MX, we move in silence

Too afraid to win a rap with the people beside us

Passing through the next stop, see two transit cops

and they giving out fines if you get out of line

Grey dog scare tactics, man I hate that shit

But I bite me 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 bought 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 factions on the war path

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 main line

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