Necropolitan Line

Down in the tunnels of London town

A screaming sound deep underground

Funeral-black M7 class inbound

Hearse locomotive brought out the yard

For the dead we travel fast

Seven stops, Highgate to Abney Park

We come to life in the dead of night

Mind the doors and hold on tight

We come to life in the dead of night

Riding on the necropolitan line

We once were human, but long ago

In 1892 lost below

This world of soot and shadow's all we know

But every full Moon we are released

Out of the stations into the streets

Seeking tender flesh on which to feed

We come to life in the dead of night

Mind the doors and hold on tight

We come to life in the dead of night

Riding on the necropolitan line

Let's ride!

The night is over, you're all alone

Your head is spinning and you're miles from home

You missed the last train, nowhere to go

Vertigo in the Soho glow

You've reached a dead end, you feel the fear

You perceive our presence drawing near

You turn to run now, but it's too late

This is where your journey terminates

In the dead of night

Mind the doors and hold on tight

We come to life in the dead of night

Riding on, riding on

Riding on the necropolitan line