Self Portrait on The Train

Writing my lines on my screen
Im better than others here
They can t see
part from the bloke next to me
what a clever boy I can be
Writing my lines on my screen

Digs this old chair. Digs in your back
Gives you the hump.
Gives you the hump.

Riding my horse
its such a laugh
My mother's dead
Still least ive got my horse.

This train its going to crash
And we are all going to die
I wonder if the geezer next to me
is worried