Boiling Point The The

They piss'n'moan
And push'n'shove
So below
As it is above
From every mouth
Words blare
Off every surface
Words glare
Til there's nowhere to look
Except to stare

At reflections in
The subway glass
Fluorescent lit skin
Looks harsh
So best pretend
To be asleep
In case you have to
Give up your seat
To anyone less fortunate than...

But the train stops
Beneath the streets
Shift your legs
Tap your feet
Open an eye
Start to speak
But the words get stuck
Between your teeth