Subway MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Down, down under the ground

Like mice, the people are scattered around

Some drink coffee, more and more.

Others litter their wrappers on the cold, hard floor.

By the stairs, a man lies sleeping.

Heedless to the woman weeping

Because someone has just stolen her bag.

Kids, kids thinking it a funny gag.

Down, down under the ground

Suits and briefcases rushing around.

All have to get to work on time.

No one can spare a single dime

For the dirty boy with nothing to eat

Who can't remember living in a home with heat.

Here comes the train along the track.

The people get on and don't look back.

Down down under the ground

There is no light to be found.

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