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well that's not ******' nice, is it Cheryl?
put our boys in peril
at risk of their lives
and what about their wives?
oh
they'd be screaming mad.

Well, and not the wishing one
the wars go on
there's profit in them for the grey men
the men we don't see
the men that could be you and me
but they're not
because we ain't got that kind of ****
going on in our heads.

A quick reset
get
the tracks laid
pay off any debt
get more tracks laid

go loco
or build a loco'

Get steam up
pull away
and steam off.

I watched the 'Flying Scotsman'
back in sixty eight
pulling the mail train
and it never seemed to be late,
but the postman always was.

There is no weekend
when you're down to work again
them ******* have no shame and
think the weekend's one big game.

The stoker keeps on stoking
probably thinks he's woke in
some Utopian ideal.

Went to sleep hot
woke up hotter
probably got a spot o'
heatstroke.

Baking is not taking no
for an answer

they said it'd be cooler
but it's just
them fukers trying to fool ya.

So
it'll be a glass of cold water then?

Kitchen temperature
roasting
mercury rising
quicker than the Yorkshire pud'

not good enough.

The radio presenter asks:
how are you dealing with the heat?

I'd say
if you're not beat
not a dead beat
don't have swollen feet
you're doing ok.

Where the hell did that go?
yesterday,
work went so slow
but the night whizzed past so fast
I only had time for fifteen winks
and I need at least forty,

The universe is shafting me
don't laugh because after me
it'll be
shafting you too.

Well,
I've ploughed the fields and scattered
and now I'm flippin' shattered
it is I that should be fed and watered
not the good seed on the ground,

nothing worse than a bible verse
when you want a pint of beer
and when the barman shouts,
The Salvation Army's here
you want another pint of beer.

If there is a Green Hill Far Away
why put up a City Wall?

but City Hall with their backhanders
sell off sites to all newcomers

Land
green or brown
they'll build a town
and
call it Bethlehem or Babylon,
Croydon or New Addington

Still Biblical
call me
John The Cynical
and
throw me from the pinnacle
of my hopes and all desires,

I will become the Martyr
more famous than
Paul Sartre
or end in an asylum
locked and padded
Number Five.