ake the train
Oh you have run as far as you can go
They've tied your fingers to rails of stars
Can you hear the whistle blow?
There's is no one here to beat out your brains
There's no one who'll make you cry
If your parents kill you year by year
Well here's the time to say goodbye
And it's oh so bad from far away
And it's always warm inside
There's children there
There's children there
Who will touch your face?