Air-con set to sub-Arctic
If it moves, it isn't quick

Major delays, cancellations
Tedious conversations
Trying to eat your dinner with an ass in your face
It's a disgrace

It's a journey into pure despair
There are fucking assholes everywhere
I can smell piss and shit in the air
Fuck you, southern trains, we're not getting anywhere

Journey into pure despair
I just want to get somewhere

Throw away the itinerary
And hold that race in one place, stationary
On your marks, get set, start this
Southern trains atone

It's a journey into pure despair
There are fucking assholes everywhere
I can smell piss and shit in the air
Fuck you, southern trains, we're not getting anywhere

Them southern trains
Choo-choo
Boo-hoo
Them southern trains
Choo-choo
Boo-hoo

Heaving carriages of indignation
Grown men weeping of pure frustration
Totally packed and always late
???

It's a journey into pure despair (Got me on the rails)
There are fucking assholes everywhere (This steam-age nightmare)
I can smell piss and shit in the air (Slower than snails)
Fuck you, southern trains, we're not getting anywhere

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Writer(s): Daniel Francis Hawkins, Francis Gilles Poullain-Patterson, Justin David Hawkins, Rufus Taylor