Album: Strange House
Outside a Train roars
The clatter is deafening
Louder than everything
Drowns what you were saying
And the Boys get on the back of that train
Their clamor is deafening
Louder than everything
And they accept no warning
And me in my brilliant red shirt
And my shirt hangs open at the neck
The Train is always passing through
Male passengers turn their heads
Following the passage
Of a beautiful Duchess
Running from carriage to carriage
And it p loughs through the city
And everyone rides the Train
It p loughs a primal instinct
To rail against better sense
And me in my bloodstained shirt
My body hangs open at the neck
It is always passing through
Through me