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