A Train Roars

Outside a train roars, the clatter is deafening Louder than everything, drowns what you were saying And the boys get on the back of that train Their clamor is deafening, louder than everything And they accept no warning And me in my brilliant red shirts And my shirt hangs open at the neck The train is always passing through The train is always passing through Male passengers turn their heads following the passage Of a beautiful Duchess running from carriage to carriage And it ploughs through the city and everyone rides the train It ploughs a primal instinct to rail against better sense Train is always passing through Train is always passing through Train is always passing through The train is always passing through Come on train Come on train Come on train And the bodies on the back of the train They stink of greedy sex Leave a trail of instinct and [Incomprehensible] And me in my bloodstained shirt My body hangs open at the neck It is always passing through It is always passing through The train is always passing through The train is always passing through Through me, through me, through me