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Love And Rockets
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Well, faith flies off the mountain everydayNo parachute, and no crash to seeYes, my faith flies off a mountain everydayAnd theres no parachute, no goddamn crash to seeFly the little monkey up a telegraph poleSending out a signal to somebody, somebodySomebody, please somebodyI want to hear a song that makes me believe in somethingI want to hear a song that makes me believe somethingI want to hear a song that makes me believeTheres something to believe inI want to hear a song that makes me believeHad a dream...I was riding on a train that wasnt bound for gloryRiding on a train, the train was bound for hellRiding on a train that wasnt bound for glory, thats for sureRiding on a train thats bound for hellThe engine with human blood was dampThe headlight was her brimstone lampAnd then for fuel I shoveled in bonesand the furnace roared with a thousand groansThe tank was filled with lager beerThe devil himself was engineerThe passengers were a mixed up crewThe churchman in his battered suitThe rich in broadcloth, poor in ragsHandsome girls, wrinkled hagsBlack men, yellow, red and whiteChained together, fearful sightThe dream was storming at full paceThe sulfer fumes burned hands and faceWilder and wilder the country grewFaster and faster the engine flewLoud and terrible thunder crashedWhiter brighter lighing flashHotter still the air becameSo clothes will burn from each shrinking frameThere came a fearfull ear-splitting yell...Yell Satan: "dance, the next stops hell"Twas then the passengers shrieked with painAnd begged the devil to stop the trainStop this trainHe shrieked and roared, and grinned with gleeAnd mocked and laughed at their misery"My friends youve bought your seats on this road,Ive got to get through with a complete load"Youve pulled in the weak, youve cheated the poorYou starving tramp, you turned from the doorYouve up gold till your purses bustYouve give a beastly lustYouve mocked at god in your hellful prideYouve killed and youve cheated, and plundered and liedYouve come across men and youve swore and youve stoleNot a one in body and soulBody and soulSo youve paid full fare and Ill carry you throughIf theres oneAnd heres a time when I aint no liarA land that will save you, a land of fireAnd your flesh will scorch in the flames that roarYoull sizzle and burn fromAnd I awake with a thrilling cryMy were clothes were wet, my hair stood highAnd I prayed as Ive never until that hourTo be saved from hell and the devils powerAt present my vows were not in vainThat I payed no fare on that hellbound train
