The Horrors

Outside a train roars
The clatter is deafening
Louder than everything
Drowns what you were saying
And the boys get on the back of that train
Their clamour is deafening
Louder than everything
And they accept no warning
And me in my brilliant red shirt
And my shirt hangs open at the neck
The train is always passing through
The train is always passing through
Male passengers turn their heads
Following the passage