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Boxcar Racer [Clean] (Box Car Racer) · She Loves Me/There's Love & There's Love & There's Love (Jack Jones) · Racer-X (Big Black) · Box Car Racer (Box Car Racer) · Box Car Racer (Box Car Racer) · Boxcar's Best (Boxcar Willie) · The Best of Boxcar Willie [Bonus DVD] (Boxcar Willie) · Boxcar Sessions (Saafir) · Best of Boxcar Willie [Hallmark] (Boxcar Willie) · Speed Racer: The Soundtrack (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


This is a public warning
Be careful when you're out
We are having freaky weather
There's a lot of it about
The terraces are swinging
He's
everywhere
But when you die and go to heaven
You won't find no policemen there

I know your clothes are torn and ragged
And your hair is turning grey
Lift your
no one was there
Guess they didn't know, guess they didn't care

Now the station is empty and the train yard lies still
And grandpa is gone now
trouble everywhere
But when you die and go to heaven
You won't find no policemen there

I know your clothes are torn and ragged
And your hair is
trouble everywhere
But when you die and go to heaven
You won't find no policemen there

I know your clothes are torn and ragged
And your hair is
hobo, 
Let the towns drift slowly by. 
Tonight you've got a nice warm boxcar, 
That's the hobo's lullaby. 

I know the police cause you trouble,
To the pony that you love the best

There's a medicine at the gate
And a number on your back
And this world is all jacked up like a Cadillac
Painted by
And on those tracks, in an old boxcar
My mind is racin' and a-travellin' far
Far away
Just ridin' on that train
Big boss man, he work me awfully hard
Liftin'
broken
Or just getting by
In the orchards 'round their radio
There's a voice there that's giving them hope

He wrote songs out on Coney Isle
That
trouble everywhere
But when you die and go to heaven
You won't find no policemen there

I know your clothes are torn and ragged
And your hair is
runaway).
They hunger for home but they cannot stay,
They wait by the door, 
They stand and they stare.
They're already out of there, 
They're already
saw him down in Birmingham
Sleeping in a boxcar going by
And if you think that you can tell a bigger tale
I swear to God you'd have to tell a lie
hers and she is mine
She's dead on empty and I am full of
Broken dreams and homemade wine

There's a kid who plays the squeesebox
On the border bridge
Cute whores on every corner
Puttin' out, they're puttin' out
And there's many a kerb crawler, a boy racer
Fine young men with their spoilers spoiled
me out as you drive by
Like there was some big deal.
Well I know so much you'll never find
From there behind the wheel.

I'm only walking
Through
of nuclear remnants and acid are still
Raining by that destroying forests and all living
Beings the human race is vanishing and the same
Is the world... god
boxcars carry millions to their cremation
Inaction masked by pseudo satisfaction
So many lives have burned away
"Another night with nothing to do" is
ain't see free in a long old time
Well, every town is gone by morning
Hitch to another till the sun goes down
Find me a boxcar, one or two brothers
races. 
As many of you fans already know the route or track of the orbits, glides, etc. 
has been increased by 5,000 million kilometers 
thus enabling
There is something that I must say
A good man died here on this day
You'd do well to know his name
And it's here his gravestone lays
He was free
for that old boxcar abandoned on the tracks
While they were riding out the weather back on the farm
There we were on a bed of straw
Breaking new
her scents in my beard
There's going to be a fireworks display tonight everything is weird
Sperm kitchen headach everywhere I turn
Shallow-wire
can't remember what it's like
There's a lone soldier on the cross
Smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done
For so long I can't remember what it's like
There's a lone soldier on the cross
Smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door
You didn't know it, you didn't
train only runs in summertime,
The only contradiction is the rule,
It's moving past, but it's not going to fast
And an open empty boxcar stares at you.