atiguhya padma
01-31-2006, 07:29 AM
Here I am again with the city drones
As they cast their spells on their mobile phones
Bewitching bosses with information
As we pull out of another station
There’s the one with the awful high-pitched laugh
How I’m dying to write his epitaph
And who’s this with his whiney voice
Who’s every word is a dreadful noise?
Oxbridge accents from the money-eyed men
Hoping we’ll never have to meet again
Words that flow unevenly, rise and drop,
And those that never seem to bloody stop.
And when I feel I’ve just enough patience
I have to face the Underground stations!!
As they cast their spells on their mobile phones
Bewitching bosses with information
As we pull out of another station
There’s the one with the awful high-pitched laugh
How I’m dying to write his epitaph
And who’s this with his whiney voice
Who’s every word is a dreadful noise?
Oxbridge accents from the money-eyed men
Hoping we’ll never have to meet again
Words that flow unevenly, rise and drop,
And those that never seem to bloody stop.
And when I feel I’ve just enough patience
I have to face the Underground stations!!