i am fortunately english my dear, so i won't be going anywhere soon.
i won't be getting off this train because i've got no stops to make. all the culture comes to me and the culture is on demand. like some guy on the high street playing some pan pipes. and he's probably playing, just so he can afford to eat and he's probably not even peruvian but I can't tell by looking at him. you know we all like something odd and we all like something foreign, and as long as they don't take our jobs, we can just laugh at them.  you know, everyone I'm stood with, wants to send him back home, but don't you think he'd be at home, if he could. i see whats in my pockets and I feel sorry for myself. It doesn't matter if i'm speaking out of tune, no one hears in the first place. and forgive me for being blunt but it's the only way i can get through. but if we need some more poetry. look at the peruvian guy. he's wearing feathers, he's wearing blue. there's some white and red. the way he's stood. and that wireless microphone.
i am unfortunately english, my dear