Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Waiting for the 5.04, artist - Horrorshow.
Date of issue: 19.08.2008
Song language: English
Waiting for the 5.04 |
Extreme close-up, paint-stained Nautica shorts |
Three polo caps walking towards me |
Town hall the backdrop, platform one |
Five o’clock, so the transit madness has begun |
I got Bloc Party in my headphones |
Rubbing shoulders with the A-list strangers till I get home |
When I spot the a-likes, so I turn it down a bit |
Just to catch these kids swagger on some «Me Against the World» shit |
They’re mean mugging at the guards |
Bragging how they smashing back carriages and crushing in the yards |
And I can’t help but smile as they walk right past me |
For all the days when I mighta known who they are |
See I used to fight for that army, no longer sport the uniform |
But true to form I scribble words on paper all day |
Old habits die hard |
Same reason that I’m travelling without a valid ticket or concession card |
Train enters stage right, all stations |
We cross the yellow line like we running out of patience |
Make it inside and find that all the seats are taken |
«Shit, it’s gonna be a long ride» |
But I’m homeward bound, grab a quick look at those around me |
Same faces, different day in this ghost town |
Kings and pawns side by side |
Modern day slave ship for the nine-to-five nation |
Daily grind ritual |
Each rides with their own private soundtrack to the same visual |
Heads buried in MX, we move in silence |
Too afraid to interact with the people beside us |
Passing through the next stop, see two transit cops |
And they giving out fines if you get outta line |
Grey dog scare tactics, man I hate that shit |
But I bite my lip and ride into the evening sky |
When we hit my sector you can rest assured |
That I’ma be the first to make it out those sliding doors |
Down the stairs and exit the station |
Posted up at some traffic lights patiently waiting |
Looking at the local where I poured drinks for a while |
Had to leave 'cause the booze hounds were killing the smile |
But I still check the windows when I walk past |
Keeping tabs on which faction’s on the warpath |
Up next on the left is the local skate park |
Watching the sun set to the west as the trains past |
The colour of dusk burns over the train line |
No matter where I roam ain’t nowhere like Mainline |
It’s just another day in paradise, think to myself |
As the underages gather with the parasites |
Moving on, passing new apartment blocks |
It’s funny how we so advanced now that we live in boxes |
Take the next left, walk up the street |
Check the mail, but as usual there’s none for me |
And the first thing I did when I made it inside |
Picked up my pen and pad, started writing this rhyme |