A Train
Cunningham / Palladin
Like dead man's shoes
They'll wear no more
Vagrans wander
To where?
What for?
Like those who moan
Have yet to live
Some just take
Some just give
Like the weather
That won't go away
If you got the choice
Then why stay?
Like the mindless creatures
Who work each day
While learned men think
Hypocrits pray
Like politicians with schedules to keep
Bums spend their days wondering where they'll sleep
Like all great masters
Locked away in bins -
Makes me wonder why i condone these sins
Do de
De doodle do
Look at me
Look at me
What do you see
What do you see
I see a girl
I see a girl
A grown girl
A grown girl
A grown girl
A grown girl
A grown girl