Bang, bang, bang goes the big black train
behind the house where you live, your asylum.
The couch where you scrawled my name in cobalt ink
got taken away with the gravel on that big black train,
that big black train.
It's hell or high water for us.
Neither one's a fortune but it's what we've got.
You're all I've got
Round, round, like a damn carousel
go the marionettes I have for thought.
Chalked faces that I see on the pillow where your head
ought to be but it's gone on the big black train,
oh the big black train.
It's hell or high water for us.
Neither one's a fortune but it's what we've go.
You're all I've got.
Let me tell you why you're faulting with my honor.
Let me tell you why you're teasing with my mind.
It's these people, oh all these people,
they all seemed so nice,
they all seemed so nice.
Until bang bang bang goes the big black train
and they're vagabonds with their malicious thoughts.
Bang, bang, bang go your heartstrings
I would know
when the train rolls in
I swear to God I won't go.
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