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Underground
Rage
Underground,
overground - just take your pick;
Smog and Monoxide aren't killing us quick,
Always delays on whatever we ride:
It's either a breakdown, or a suicide.
"Mind
the gap! Mind the gap!"
It is bad for your health
To fall on the track;
Every man for himself!
Each woman and child
In the crush is united;
Every profanity's being recited;
Limbs lock and lash
In the rush for a seat:
Faith in humanity
Is incomplete.
Find
the map! Find the map!
On the road into town
The bus gets a puncture:
The only way's down:
I've tried for a taxi:
The file is a mile -
(This does not relax me, or make me smile).
Central line's closed
I can't get to Bank
(What I want now
Is a big Chieftain tank).
"Overground,
Overground - EVACUATE!
Dubious package found in section eight!"
Be calm and orderly?
I've passed that stage
So it's time for the onset
Of Underground Rage.
Seething, I curse as I battle the stairs,
Sending 'em flying - briefcases, pushchairs;
"I'll give you Big Issue!
NO! I won't chill -
If I had a gun,
I'd be shooting at will
Fuming with fury
I'm 'evil dictator' -
I'm Mutant Commuter -
Tube Terminator.
Underground,
overground -
Wherever you roam,
London is poisonous. Just stay at home.
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