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 (Requiescat in pace)