Northsea Train by Walkabouts
The rain crawls up the coast
I know you hate
This one-way chase
A drunk, his wife and her friend
The drunk tries to stand
The friend says lay right there
Now it's all tower blocks
And blood blue flags
And closed up shops
The guardhouse light turns off
As the rain stops cold
crawls back alone
They're lining up the last suspects
Beneath a rusty glow
The Northsea train's on time
Northsea train
The procession is unsure
It's full of strays
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