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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 Fly the 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 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 that's bound for hell The engine with human blood was damp The headlight was her brimstone lamp And then for fuel I shoveled in 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 Churchmen, atheists, Baptists too 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 sulfer 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 So clothes were burned from each shrinking frame There came a fearfull ear-splitting yell... Yell Satan: "Can't stop, 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've bullied the weak, you've cheated the poor The starving tramp, you turned from the door You've laid up gold till your purses burst You've given way to your beastly lust You've balked at god in your hell blown pride You've killed and you've cheated, and plundered and lied You've double crossed men and you've swore and you've stole Not a one in body and soul (that is virgin?) 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 the 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 And I awoke with a shrilly 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 At present my vows were not in vain That I payed no fare on that hellbound train |