Deny the passenger, who want to get on
Deny the passenger, who want to get on
Deny the passenger, 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 thats never there
Theres anger in the silence
Theres 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 ones used in years
Non-commercial native
Its tattooed in your veins
Youre living in a blood bank
And riding on this train
The spirits free, but you always find
Passengers stand and wait in line
Someone in front and someone else behind
But passengers always wait in line
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