[00:00.00] 作词 : Roger King/Steve Hackett
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Roger King/Steve Hackett
[00:06.36]Dear friend you've come at last
[00:09.12]I wish to impart to you something of a deeply personal nature
[00:14.94]Dare we venture off the map
[00:19.17]And indeed between the cracks
[00:20.67]To a private road of sorts
[00:27.30]I presume you have a strong will
[00:31.50]And the stomach to match the underbelly of our fair city
[00:40.14]You'll need this firm crowbar
[00:43.86]Whilst I implore you to utilise no sense of smell
[00:52.59]And to think people live down there
[00:57.12]A rush of chill air heralds our clattering necropolis railway
[01:06.66]Like a Transylvanian express plunging into rivers of fungi algae and eels
[01:16.95]Ten million rats, one for each one of us
[01:20.46]And to think people live down there
[01:24.48]A race of wild hogs inhabit the sewers of Hampstead
[01:34.47]A cesspool suburb superb supreme
[01:35.25]Catacombs of Kensal Green
[01:41.22]I know you'd like to slime away
[01:45.09]Like those walled up under Whitechapel
[01:46.95]But I've my own kind of Jubilee line out of sight and out of mind
[01:53.85]And to think you'll have to live down there
[02:06.66]Strangled streams, smothered rivers, London always gives me the shivers
[03:01.47]Forty abandoned stations and Churchill's last bolthole
[03:07.29]Impregnable as Hitler's bunker
[03:16.65]Can't you see them dancing on the platform at Down Street