CLASS 20s OF THE APOCALYPSE    

Radioactive waste from nuclear power stations is regularly transported by rail to a leaking reprocessing plant in Sellafield, Cumbria. The proponents of such a ludicrous idea dictate it to be totally safe and would foolishly have their children ride in the locomotive cab just for the benefit of the world's press. This is much more exciting than any alternative - surely environmental protestors don't want to work in cahoots with the road transport lobby to get it transferred to Eddie Stobart lorries and National Express coaches? Wake up to the nuclear age, nuclear flasks aren't safe in any capacity. The spent fuel rods carried by these trains are extremely dangerous and highly radioactive. No matter what safety precautions are met it is inevitable that some radioactivity does continuously escape from the flasks putting workers, rail passengers and anyone else living by the track at risk from contamination. As the trains ride through heavy populated regions the clock is ticking away for a disaster to happen. Stay tuned for some reality TV based on the apocalyptic dramas from the seventies and eighties. We are all doomed.

7C47 gets the road - ride, how we ride.
A skull and crossbones adorns its headcode - hold your head inside
Straight outta Heysham with a toxic load - ride, how we ride.
This could be the journey of your life

Across the sea, across the sea, there's a cold wind blowing in across the sea.
A cold chill passing through the station, Winscale its destination

Mind the doors and mind the gap - ride, how we ride.
Mind the nuclear flask coupled to the back - hold your head inside
Mind the risk assessment of a terrorist attack - ride, how we ride.
This could be the journey of your life

Across the sea, across the sea, there's a cold wind blowing in across the sea.
A cold chill passing through the station, Winscale its destination
The tail lamp glows unnerving red - ride, how we ride.
Steaming past while you're tucked up in bed - hold your head inside
One false move and we'll all be dead - ride, how we ride.
This could be the journey of your life
Across the sea, across the sea, there's a cold wind blowing in across the sea.
A cold chill passing through the station, Winscale its destination

The leading train was white, the second train was red, the third train was black and the last train was green...

Songs...

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A Friend in Need is a Pest
Air-Con One
@ Fuck
Another Boring Eastfield Song
Anti
Aspartame
Beast of Bratislava
Big Brother
Broad Street Trash
Burt Reynolds Rides Again
Bury Vic Berry
Cancer of the Universe
Chiddingfold General
CI5 Revisited
Clank!
Come to Bevland
David Icke
Drive on Henry
Eddie Watson
Elvis is Dead and Jazz is Shit
Fare Dodging
Fish
Fortuna Hell
God's Plastic Railway
Grant the Lumberjack (old)
Grant the Lumberjack (new)
Grica Hate
Hearing Nothing About a Revolution
How to Rip Off Your Band Mates
Humour Exclusion Zone
It's Gotta be a Record Breaker
John’s Not Mad
Johnson
Jostick Head
Just Like the Sixties
La Jonquera
Mannion
Mask
Mick Murphy's Dirty Bar
Milton of Leys
Mr. Willis
Off the Rails
Pepper
Plastic Buddha (Kwai)
Port Talbot Transport Police
Radio West
Rod, Hull and Emo
Sharks Against Surfers
Slam!
Spirals
Summer Hill Blues
S.W.A.Y.Z.E.
The Black Hole (Fekete Ut)
The Cult of Ted Moult
The Gasman
The Second Fastest Cycle Courier in London
Three Chords Good, Four Chords Bad
Three Seats
Tingalpa
Todd Landers
Tudor House Painter
Weston Super Scare


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