Paroles de 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 clamour is deafening, It is louder than everything And they accept no warning And me in my brilliant red shirt And my shirt hangs open at the neck The Train is always passing through Male passengers turn their heads, following the passage of a beautiful Ducchess 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 The Train is always passing through And me in my bloodstained shirt, my body hangs open at the neck It is always passing through, through me The bodies on the back of the train they stink of greedy sex Leave a trail of instinct and roses and things