Public Service Announcer

To their friends, in my head
Let it never be said
That they work, that they work
For nothing
To their name, on my chest
I accept all requests
To work, yes to work
For no-one
If this is my public I’m ready for you
If this is my public I’m turning the screw
And anyone who makes any last requests
Has missed the whole point of being in debt
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on?
The high speed line’s doing fine
To the blood in my veins
And the birds in my brains
Let them work, let them work
For nothing
Say please, please say please
Take your ticket and don’t breathe
Perfect air, perfect air
Works for no-one
If this is my public I’m ready for you
If this is my public I’m turning the screw
And anyone who makes any last requests
Has missed the whole point of public service
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on?
The high speed line, still doing fine
And the sound of my keys turning round
Is the sound of the curse of the underground
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on?
Can anyone tell if my stereo’s on?
The high speed line, doing fine
High speed train line, city line
High speed train line, doing line
High speed train line, city line
High speed train line, doing fine