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Please step well back from the yellow line
The train will be departing shortly, for your sake
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 'til 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 might've 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