I can’t escape from you by Brendan Byrne

Every time the train stopped, I thought they were going to take me off and shoot me.  And we stopped often; oh shitgibbering loveless god did we stop often.  For the work crews to lay down new tracks, the old ones shoddily made and never maintained.  New, new, make it new; everything has to replaced, don’t you know.  Otherwise, nothing works.

I Can’t Escape From You By Brendan Byrne.

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