NOT MY JOB
I'm not allowed to run the train,
The whistle I can't blow
I'm not allowed to say how fast
The fucking train can go
I'm not allowed to shoot off steam
Nor even clang the bell
But let the damned train jump the
Track, and see who catches Hell!!!
A cheesy plack that's in my kitchen from a dead friend from a far away place, a long time ago.