Bound For Hell

Well, faith flies off the mountain everyday

No parachute and no prayers to say

Yes, my faith flies off a mountain everyday

And there's no parachute, no goddamn prayers to say

Frightened little monkey up a telegraph pole

Sending out a signal to somebody, somebody

Somebody, please, somebody

I want to hear a song that makes me believe in something

I want to hear a song that makes me believe something

I want to hear a song that makes me believe there's something to believe in

I want to hear a song that makes me believe

Hey!

Had a dream...

I was riding on a train that wasn't bound for glory

Riding on a train, the train was bound for Hell

Riding on a train that wasn't bound for glory, that's for sure

Riding on a train bound for Hell

The engine with human blood was damp

The headlight was a brimstone lamp

An imp, for fuel, was shovelin' bones

And the furnace roared with a thousand groans

The tank was filled with lager beer

The Devil himself was engineer

The passengers were a mixed-up crew

Churchman, Atheist, Baptist, Jew

The rich in broadcloth, poor in rags

Handsome girls, wrinkled hags

Black men, yellow, red and white

Chained together, fearful sight

The train rushed on at an awful pace

The sulfur fumes burned hands and face

Wilder and wilder the country grew

Faster and faster the engine flew

Loud and terrible thunder crashed

Whiter, brighter lightning flashed

Hotter still the air became

Till clothes were burned from each shrieking frame

There came a fearful ear-splitting yell;

Yelled Satan: "Gents, the next stop's Hell!"

'Twas then the passengers shrieked with pain

And begged the Devil to stop the train:

"Stop this train!"

He shrieked and roared and grinned with glee

And mocked and laughed at their misery

"My friends, you've bought your seats on this road

I've got to get through with a complete load

You bully the weak, you've cheated the poor

The starving tramp you turned from the door

You've laid up gold till your purses bust

You've given way to your beastly lust

You've mocked at God in your hell-full pride

You've killed, and you've cheated, you've plundered and lied

You've double-crossed men, and you've swore, and you've stole

Not a one but is perjured in body and soul

Body and soul

So you've paid full fare, and I'll carry you through

If there's one don't belong, I'd like to know who

And here's a time when I ain't no liar

I'll land you all safe in a land of fire

And your flesh will scorch in the flames that roar

You'll sizzle and burn from rind to core!"

Then I awoke with a thrilling cry

My were clothes were wet, my hair stood high

And I prayed as I've never until that hour

To be saved from Hell and the Devil's power

It appears that my vows were not in vain

And I paid no fare on that Hell-bound train