is gone, I mean washed out in the rain Leaving town, mumbling something 'bout a train Oh, 'bout a train Oh, 'bout a train 'Bout a train 'Bout a train
a woman and she leaves behind a light Love is gone, I mean washed out in the rain Leaving town and mumbling something ?bout a train Oh, about a train
kits to slip past the guard. Def with a mascot of radical mass. Megaphone fuzz and a woofer on fritz. We are not trained to divert the crash. But march face first with a
