Well, faith flies off the mountain everyday
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No parachute, and no crash to see
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Yes, my faith flies off a mountain everyday
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And there's no parachute, no goddamn crash to see
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Fly the little monkey up a telegraph pole
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Sending out a signal to somebody, somebody
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Somebody, please somebody
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I want to hear a song that makes me believe in something
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I want to hear a song that makes me believe something
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I want to hear a song that makes me believe
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There's something to believe in
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I want to hear a song that makes me believe
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Had a dream...
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I was riding on a train that wasn't bound for glory
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Riding on a train, the train was bound for hell
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Riding on a train that wasn't bound for glory, that's for sure
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Riding on a train that's bound for hell
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The engine with human blood was damp
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The headlight was her brimstone lamp
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And then for fuel I shoveled in bones
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and the furnace roared with a thousand groans
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The tank was filled with lager beer
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The devil himself was engineer
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The passengers were a mixed up crew
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The churchman in his battered suit
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The rich in broadcloth, poor in rags
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Handsome girls, wrinkled hags
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Black men, yellow, red and white
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Chained together, fearful sight
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The train was storming at full pace
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The sulfer fumes burned hands and face
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Wilder and wilder the country grew
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Faster and faster the engine flew
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Loud and terrible thunder crashed
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Whiter brighter lighing flash
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Hotter still the air became
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So clothes will burn from each shrinking frame
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There came a fearfull ear-splitting yell...
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Yell Satan: "dance, the next stop's hell"
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Twas then the passengers shrieked with pain
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And begged the devil to stop the train
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Stop this train
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He shrieked and roared, and grinned with glee
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And mocked and laughed at their misery
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"My friends you've bought your seats on this road,
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I've got to get through with a complete load"
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You've bullied the weak, you've cheated the poor
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The starving tramp, you turned from the door
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You've laid up gold till your purses bust
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You've give a beastly lust
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You've mocked at god in your hellful pride
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You've killed and you've cheated, and plundered and lied
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You've double-crossed men and you've swore and you've stole
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Not a one in body and soul
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Body and soul
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So you've paid full fare and I'll carry you through
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If there's one
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And here's a time when I ain't no liar
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A land that will save you, a land of fire
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And your flesh will scorch in the flames that roar
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You'll sizzle and burn from rind to core
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And I awake with a thrilling cry
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My were clothes were wet, my hair stood high
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And I prayed as I've never until that hour
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To be saved from hell and the devil's power
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At present my vows were not in vain
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That I payed no fare on that hellbound train
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Bound for Hell
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Love and Rockets |