EDDIE WATSON    

The fat controller's chair has gone
Re-routed its Eastfield throne
Packed his bags for Buxton Spa
With a head full of empty stone
He re-wrote the bible steaming
Gave the still-born christians grief
The ground opened up and swallowed poor Eddie down
Stuck his fingers down his throat on arrival at Romiley town

Deep station yard
Stuttering, spitting words
The eleventh commandment prophesized
Was not a sign from god
Used to people heeding his words
He hammered on the red-hot phone
The ground opened up & swallowed poor Eddie down
Stuck his fingers down his throat on arrival at Romiley town

Jesus walked in the wilderness
Jesus walked on the water
But he gave up his job as a swimming pool attendant
To become a station porter
He turned his roaming to the railway line
And his life expectancy quartered
The Q-train found him every single time
And his lions and his lambs got slaughtered

The breakfast table post cluttered up
Awake with Watchtower and Railnews
With toilets and medals gleaming
There’s much more cleaning to do
Eddie greased his truncheon
And paced on the platform floor
The ground opened up and swallowed poor Eddie down
Stuck his fingers down his throat on arrival at Romiley town