To their friends, in my head,
Let it never be said,
That they work, that they work,
For nothing

To their name, on my chest,
I accept all requests,
To work, yes to work,
For no-one

If this is my public I'm ready for you
If this is my public I'm turning the screw
And anyone who makes any last requests
Has missed the whole point of being in debt

Can anyone tell if my stereo's on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo's on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo's on?
The high speed line's doing fine

To the blood in my veins,
And the birds in my brains,
Let them work, let them work,
For nothing

Say please, please say please,
Take your ticket and don't breathe
Perfect air, perfect air,
Works for no-one

If this is my public I'm ready for you
If this is my public I'm turning the screw
And anyone who makes any last requests
Has missed the whole point of public service

Can anyone tell if my stereo's on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo's on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo's on?
The high speed line, still doing fine

And the sound of my keys turning round,
Is the sound of the curse of the underground

Can anyone tell if my stereo's on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo's on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo's on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo's on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo's on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo's on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo's on?
The high speed line, doing fine

High speed train line, city line
High speed train line, doing line
High speed train line, city line
High speed train line, doing fine