Mass of people underground In their way Swallowed by a tunnel of doom And decay Blood dripping all around On a train Murdered in a tasteless sense Sordid
in flesh Her Alice eyes scan the mythical scene And rose on the veiny snake train And prayed to his bastille sky brain The driver was a cancer growth
a killer Who was born in a house full of pain Who was trained not to spit in the fan Who was told what to do by the man Who was broken by trained personnel
killer Who was born in a house full of pain Who was trained not to spit in the fan Who was told what to do by the man Who was broken by trained personnel
killer Who was born in a house full of pain? Who was trained not to spit in the fan? Who was told what to do by the man? Who was broken by trained personnel
If I die tomorrow Maybe in a speeding car You know I like to travel With my notebook and guitar But there's too many cars out there Not enough train tracks
. Who was born in a house full of pain, who was trained not to spit in the fan, who was told what to do by the man, who was broken by trained personnel
