Necropolitan Line

Down in the tunnels of London town
A screaming sound deep underground
Funeral-black M7 class inbound

Hearse locomotive brought out the yard
For the dead we travel fast
Seven stops, Highgate to Abney Park

We come to life in the dead of night
Mind the doors and hold on tight
We come to life in the dead of night
Riding on the necropolitan line

We once were human, but long ago
In 1892 lost below
This world of soot and shadow's all we know

But every full Moon we are released
Out of the stations into the streets
Seeking tender flesh on which to feed

We come to life in the dead of night
Mind the doors and hold on tight
We come to life in the dead of night
Riding on the necropolitan line

Let's ride!

The night is over, you're all alone
Your head is spinning and you're miles from home
You missed the last train, nowhere to go
Vertigo in the Soho glow

You've reached a dead end, you feel the fear
You perceive our presence drawing near
You turn to run now, but it's too late
This is where your journey terminates

In the dead of night
Mind the doors and hold on tight
We come to life in the dead of night
Riding on, riding on
Riding on the necropolitan line

(Requiescat in pace)