I could hear the railmen all the way across the river last night
Color coordinated, yelling fiction in a house with no light
Braziers warm the vagabonds with strips of magazine in the fire
Gospels of the starving, nothing that was never spoke by a liar
On Chameleon Alley there's a riot with a five dollar charge
On Television Hill the beached redundants watch their wallets enlarge
Meantime down in Boxville everyone is stoned or playing pretend
No one says a word that's not repeated back by all of their friends
I could hear the railmen all the way across the river last night
Laughing at the track's end off the cliffside hanging just out of sight
This rail ain't got long to live
Got to know it's bound to give
I can see the daylight even when it's midnight
I'll see you at the top of the cliff