This Train

All around that old New York All along the streets of heaven They walk, they walk, they walk, they walk, they walk Our love is like an eighteen-wheeler rusting in the sun Caligula’s on cognac, Rasputin's in the rum Fascist boots are marching, drumming up the square We look for God in nothing much, thank God that he’s not there He’s all along the streets of London All around that old New York All along the streets of heaven They walk, they walk, they walk, they walk, they walk The search the destination, the gun the word for peace The Mariana trеnch is slowly filling up with grief Man I love the feeling, maybе I always will When freedom sends the pigeons up oppression takes the kill All along the streets of London All around that old New York All along the streets of heaven They walk, they walk, they walk, they walk, they walk This train is bound for glory This train is bound for doom This train is bound for nothing And none too soon Our love is like a corporation dying on the vine Don’t feel sorry for me, it happens all the time Bodies to be broken, wisdom to be choked Hang the upper management who gave you all that rope All along the streets of London All around that old new York All along the streets of heaven They walk Don’t lose yourself To everyone else Don’t lose yourself To everyone else Don’t lose yourself To everyone else Don’t lose yourself To this train