Lyrics:
Our house; is still on fire
Forty thousand ran the marathon
And I've just done the same
I'm standing in the Metro
I'm waiting for that train
So many
Little Black Train
Well he rides a little black train 16 coaches long
Whistles as he turns the bend a high and lonesome song
He'll wrap his arms
digging you - you gotta let them go
You've got to know when to get off the train
You've got to know when to catch it again
In life there's a place
oil from Kuwait
Taking your bitch
I'mma run the train like freight
Cactus jack Jordan's on my feet
This like a cactus jack beat
Trap phone always
of pearls I'm a oil well
Like black gold baby I'm Melle Mel
And to all the fly girls I come off hard
The slightest wink or nod makes me your god
All my
the dark
Did you pray to your God to come home?
Because it ain't fair to say that these tracks are the same
So God, if you can hear me, crash this train
the soul to feel such things
But weak to watch without speaking
Oh, what mercy sadness brings
If God be willing
There is a train that's heading
The spawn of Satan's back
It's made of steel and black
It comes to bring you pain
It comes again and again
Road train
The spawn of Satan's
6000 horses spitting oil smoking power
600 tons of steel shake your trousers
16 pistons burning all they can devour
The brass collar catches prey
freight train.
On a wing and a prayer in a glorified greyhound bus,
Flying down the road running 9-0 and kicking up dust.
Drinkin' truck stop coffee
I been ducked off
Somewhere secluded
I got Dusse with the lemonade to dilute it
Smoking on meteorites
With the waxes and oils
Infused in
where the house you were born burnt down
Theres a wall meant to keep us out
Theres the rattle of a train gone south toward Jersey
Holding hands with
you were digging for oil
Wait
Don't you say it's too late
And she said
I go down like the 1997 Barney float in the Macy's Day Parade
Hey
It's not going
oil
I ain't talking bout grasa
I do what I want
Hago lo que se me nasca
South of the border
I be at the plazas
Narcos all around
But Jesus el me abraza
The train is moving along
I think about it every day
A lot of people doubt it every day
Thinking that it'll be derailed by justice
Even if we don't
I've been sitting in
The back pew humming
A little Bobby D tune
There's a slow train coming
I'm kinda thinking
It's got to be getting near
People
In the Dodge City yards of the Sante Fe
Stood a freight made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great iron
In the Dodge City yards of the Sante Fe
Stood a freight made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great iron
sideways with with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And your train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
there no oil to excavate?
No riches in trade for the fate
Of every person who died in hate
Throw us a bone, you men of great
There is a train that's
stalked you up.
Or is the fact that they thought you was rollin' with us.
Left you all draged, like two trains crashin' it up.
Aiiyo, Spliff Starr
somehow,
Of a flashing sign,
I'm under the wire now.
Under the wire,
I'm a train down the line.
Nothing left to lose or gain,
But distance over time.
Under
hit the bison from the train
Shots rang across the peaceful valley
White man laid his foot upon the plain
The wagon train rolled through the dusty
hit the bison from the train
The first shots rang across the peaceful valley
And the white man laid his foot upon the plain.
The wagon train rolled
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