Freight Train / Pains

Freight train coming in from the east
Where it’s going is where I care the least
Whispered messages that I did not hear
Take me to the place that my body needs
I don’t know what’s happening
I hope I can eat today

Judge and all his courtiers looking down upon me
They say: this is the cripple that wants to be free
He says we owe it to him, it’s in his heritage
Wants to know when we’re going to let him out of his cerebral cage
Justice should be seen to
Let’s put him away

Well thank God for that
They’ve split the scene
I was beginning to think I was lost
Gotta get back into normal living
Plug in that TV screen
Gonna pull myself together
Gonna have a cool bourbon on ice
After all things like that don’t occur
Think of the children
It ain’t nice

Listen son you’ve had you’re fun
Don’t go acting on the run
Stop wasting time around here
You want to live, you want to give
You want to cut above the rest
Go on out and get it
To the top

Some people say I left my soul riding on that freight train
I’m inclined to agree
It has affected my whole brain
Don’t listen to authorities that claim they’ve sussed it all
Keep on driving on your own track
Take care they don’t make you fall
Take care they don’t make you fall
Take care they don’t make you fall
Take care they don’t make you fall
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Take care they don’t make you fall
Take care they don’t make you fall
Lyrics by Simon Miller.
Copyright ℗ 1983 Pok Songs/Explicit Music.