Em G
At suburban railway stations you may see them as you pass,
D Am
There are signboards on the window saying, Wait here second class;
Em G
And to me the whir and thunder and the clunk of running gear,
D Am
Seem to be forever saying, saying Second class wait here
Em
Wait here second class
Second Class wait here
Em G
Yes the second class were waiting in the days of serf and prince,
D Am
And the second class are waiting, they've been waiting ever since,
Em G
There are signboards in the background, and the line is bare and drear,
D Am
Yet they wait beneath a signboard, sneering Second class wait here.
Em
Wait here second class
Second Class wait here
Em G
I have waited often in the winter, in the mornings dark and damp,
D Am
When the asphalt platform glistened underneath that lonely lamp,
Em G
And I waited there and I suffered, and I waited there for many a year,
D Am
Slaved beneath the signboards, sneering Second class wait here.
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Em G
Oh! A man must feel revengeful for a boyhood such as mine,
D Am
God! I hate the very houses near the workshop by the line;
Em G
And the smell of railway stations and the roar of running gear,
D Am
And the scornful-sneering signboards, saying Second class wait here.
Em
Wait here second class
Second Class wait here
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Em D
There's a train with Death for a driver, that is ever going past,
C Em
There will be no class compartments when it's All aboard at last;
Em D
For the long white jasper platform with an Eden in the rear;
C Em
And there won't be any signboards saying - Second class wait here.
Em
Wait here second class
Second Class wait here
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