Another journey underground below this city, underneath the glitz and clamour but no glamour to be found when you're travelling underground.
It's freezing cold the tube train's old almost as old as me
an announcement or pronouncement, Bethnal Green is closed! I'm not surprised it should have been closed years ago, but this is due to staff shortage a bit like in the Wizard of Oz because because there's millions unemployed.
London Underground is like a mill stone around my neck, a windmill going round and round grinding the people down and down.
Into town and they never close my station now I need to disembark park my carcass down at work for eight more hours.
If the powers that be could only see this brew of discontent they'd have sent me a limousine.