Voyage
I'm sitting waiting on a South West Train
You can spoil your day if forced to constantly complain
Can't open the window
Can't use the loo
The air conditioning
Recycles smells of poo
Everyones reading or shutting their eyes
We've all been mugged off
It's simple and plain
I've been ripped off again
To no surprise
Yes - I've been ripped off
In epic style
Faced with this gangsterish cartel
All I can do is smile
Round here the same company runs the buses
And runs the trains
What good does it do me to complain?
