Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Waiting for the 5.04 , by - Horrorshow. Release date: 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 |