When the punters arrive I take a while to get up from the screen
They can wait for their tickets, I'm lost in a dream
I make it look like I'm hooked up to a transport hub
Instead of tabloid girls and broken love
I rise from the nerve centre of planetary train news
To note with dismay there's an angry queue
I'm loath to lament
(The trains are fucked, is England fucked?)
I wonder where all the time went
(The trains are fucked, is England fucked?)
Sunbeams poured onto my train-set in my lair
I ran it round again as they called up the stairs
I dreamt of running the trains out of St Pancras
And I'm stuck in the sticks with all of these wankers
At least in the old days they'd shout and moan
Now they just get drunk and stare at their phones
I'm loath to lament
(The trains are fucked, is England fucked?)
I wonder where all the time went
(The trains are fucked, is England fucked?)
I heard the St Pancras minor chords from afar
I danced a waltz up to the champagne bar
I was hooked up to the network, I ran the game
I swapped spam for caviar, cold tea for champagne
I'm loath to lament where all the time went
The trains are fucked
Is England fucked?
credits
from Glam Shots,
released September 26, 2019
Written and composed by Rich
Arranged by the Orchestra
Horn arrangements by Jérémy Barthelemy
Produced by Eddy La Gooyatsh