Letras: Flux Of Pink Indians. Other. Tube Disasters.

[intro poem]
Can ye smell the neu smell, travelling through the air?
Aye I can lad, it's a coming from over there
over the hills, down in the valley, there's new buildings there
there's a nuclear power dumpsite someone doesn't care
Parliament says it's safe, well why not build it there..

i love tube disasters
i wanna marry a tube disaster
i want another one like the last one
cause i live for tube disasters yeah

build up some speed
don't shut your eyes
make sure that everyone in the train dies
you don't get no prize no time to say goodbyes
just smile everyone,
you'll be on t.v. tonight that's right

i love tube disasters
i wanna marry a tube disaster
i want another one like the last one
cause i live for tube disasters yeah

go through a wall forget about the brakes
it's so much easier than the pills you can take
i go through moorgate and i'm wide awake
but no bloody driver's gone and made a mistake,
that's yet
is it me that needs a home?
not likely, vicarious of living rids your boredom

i love tube disasters
i wanna marry a tube disaster
i want another one like the last one
cause i live for tube disasters yeah

[outro poem]
and oh as yes, the sky did turn to night
i shield my eyes and hide from the bright of day
and cast the stone, deep into the field of man
and hide in shame and low the flag, raised in vain
and close my mind to this lost day
and shield my body with ferns of grey
and ask no more of life unsaved and smile no more,
and lay here scaved become the tombstone of my grave