Lyrics
Oh she was
Sat around and she smoked
She was a bus driver she was (???) and fat
She had horns coming out of her dink
I couldn’t believe how old she looked
She was lovely, oh yes
The poor child had been run over by a train
His guts were layed out on the walls of the people’s houses
And I went outside and I said, “No! Help me train boy, no! You loved your silly trains, but the ironic thing is that you didn’t have a leg, you had a piece of a rail, that you sewed on yourself, well I’m sorry, that’s just wrong, what were you doing there in the first place, by the trains?”
Woo-wo-woo
Steam whistle
Steam whistle
Steam whistle, she was steaming with my whistle
Whistle steam, trains
But why?
She tried to make him live
But he said no, let me pass away
I wanted to die beneath the train, the rain
It was thundering loud, and bursting of cloud
She was dead, she died in a train accident too
The girl who loved the boy who was in love with the trains
And the bloody mess, his bloody leg
“If I were ten thousand years old, I will never understood why he did it. He loved those trains so much, but the funny thing was, after all the time he spent with trains, he was afraid to get on one.”
He said, “The only way that I’ll get on one, is if my guts are splattered on top of it!”
No!
No!
No!
My guts!
His dream, dream’s over.
It was the dream of a life time.
