Railroad King

[Instrumental intro] [Verse 1] Wish I was the railroad king I'd make my own boots and everything Make up the songs as I walk along With no one to hear em' I can't get the words wrong Can't get the words wrong Can't get the words wrong You never get the words wrong if you've never heard the song [Verse 2] I'm in a vacuum tryna to suck in some air But it's only given tribbles, each marked "buyer beware" When the exit's just castles to make sure you stay in And the fire escape lеads to the palace of sin The palacе of sin, yeah the palace of sin Where you calloused your skin for an easy enough win In this kinda life, well this kinda life In this kinda life you never get the words right [Instrumental break] [Verse 3] And I mustn't be evil because "always grace" I read In an airport book named "How To Help Yourself Instead" The words start disappearin' after a couple of pages As the publisher realized he could triple his wages And I wish I was the railroad king I'd tightrope the tracks far from the sound of anything And all the little creatures will look to me in delight In this kind of life you never get the words right [Instrumental break] [Verse 4] Well it was not, and it is not for the ride And I always feel good in this kind of life I'm goin' for as if I'll fissure the skin But I'm hopin' that I'll one day see you all again