it smells like a hospital on this train
vinyl cushioned gurneys
chariot us towards death
next stop collingswood station
next stop, quarter of your life gone
burying your grandparents consecutively
next stop, they take 8.50 a week for a 401k
there's no guarantee of actually getting
and the northbound trains start lookin' like coffins
when heading west feels like the better way to die.
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