Someone's jumping off platform three now, there's a train on platform four
Everybody's jumping on the seats now, screaming for more, more, more, more…
Information at the station…but there's
Nobody here but us machines
Nobody here but us machines
School hour rush is always murder, selling tickets on the Ipswich line
I see kids hanging off electric wires, and sleep, sleep, sleeping on the sleepers
Imagination runs wild at the station…
And it's giving me bad dreams
With only me and them machines
There's a fettler, there's a shunter, run down by a renegade train
Everybody gets redundant in their own particular way, when there's
Automation at the station…and there's
Nobody here but us machines
Nobody here but us machines… (Tell me 'bout it now…)
Woman gets off at a lonely station, gets no human contact there
Gets a fright, starts running "Whatever happened to the ticket man…?" (I'll tell ya…)
Automation at the station…and there's
Nobody here but us machines
Nobody here but us machines
Driving this train all by myself in the interests of economy
And if the light's not right and the buzzer is buggered then they better not come looking for me
When there's… automation, automation, automation, automation
Hope nothing goes wrong with them machines
Hope nothing goes wrong with them ma-with them…nothing goes wrong, nothing goes wrong
with th- noth..with th aaarh.…machines
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