Rattling down the track on iron wheels 
This is not an exercise, it's for real 
I'm up here in [bad word] wind, way down there 
London is just a traffic jam 
You can't walk the streets 
Or breathe the air 

I'm [bad word] train driver 
Heading off the rails 

Thundering through the night with the moon in my eyes 
Out into the daybreak and the new sunrise 
All I found was loneliness in the [bad word] of the crowd 
But I'm bound for freedom now 
I've got power and speed 
I'm never slowing down 

I'm [bad word] train driver 
Heading off the rails 

I am no ordinary vandal, oh no 
I'm hanging on to the dead man's handle 
And I'm never going to let go 
This is not the green train 

I'm pulling this cargo up and over the top 
It's a loaded son of a gun with the hammer [bad word] 
Slow-moving son of a bomb, soon it's going to roll 
It's too late to evacuate 
It wouldn't do any good 
Where could you go?