I'm a dealer in the middle No left or right side sitter I never make it going solo But when I'm lying on my pillow I'm a sugar-fisted pistol shoot a worldwide missile Stop the train of shame a-coming with a huggle and a kissle I'm tearing up the track and I ain't never going back Just wanna change and re-arrange, re-build and stack So step away and let the train leave town Don't put out your hand it's gonna run you down You don't put out your hand to stop a moving train Boy you'll get run down I'm a healer if you're willing Something inside me more appealing I'm all but nothing when without it A real monster with no feelings We are all little triggers In every little thing we figure Yeah you're a natural born explosive Like dynamite or slightly bigger And you could blow, here we go I said, "What you're thinking now is bigger than you think it is And every time you're thinking that, well brother, you should think again You see the trouble is if you and me see eye to eye And you re-think your life and no more innocents they have to die Will it stop at you and what you do just become history I just don't see peace that way it's all too much a mystery I just want to change and re-arrange, re-build and stack on it I don't want that train to instant bliss, I know they're full of it They're calling "all aboard" at full speed, I see you standing there But I know they don't care Get off the track"