Deny the pa**enger, who want to get on Deny the pa**enger, who want to get on Deny the pa**enger, who want to get on Want to get on He want to get on Want to get on He want to get on To make a chain of fools You need a matching pair One hypocritical fool And a crowd that's never there There's anger in the silence There's wheels upon the jail A black train built of bones
On a copper rail Company conductor You need the salt of tears Falling on a ticket That no one's used in years Non-commercial native It's tattooed in your veins You're living in a blood bank And riding on this train The spirit's free, but you always find Pa**engers stand and wait in line Someone in front and someone else behind But pa**engers always wait in line