This Train Songtext
von Opus Kink

All along the streets of London
All around that old New York
All along the streets of heaven
And they walk and they walk and they walk and they walk and they walk

Our love is like an eighteen-wheeler resting in the sun
Caligula′s on cognac, Rasputin's in the rum
Fascist boots are marching, grabbing up the square
They look for God in nothing much like cockade′s no bad

All along the streets of London
All around that old New York
All along the streets of heaven
And they walk and they walk and they walk and they walk and they walk

They search the destination, they're going to work for peace
The Mariana Trench is slowly filling up with grief
Men are love defeated, maybe are always will
When freedom sends the pigeons out but pressure takes the kill


All along the streets of London
All around that old New York
All along the streets of heaven
And they walk and they walk and they walk and they walk and they walk

This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for doom
This train is bound for nothing
And none too soon

Our love is like a corporation dying on the vine
Don't feel sorry for me, happens every time
Bodies to be broken, wisdom to be choked
And the upper management who gave you all that rope

Now all along the streets of London
All around that old New York
All along the streets of heaven
They walk

Don′t lose yourself to everyone else
Don′t lose yourself to everyone
I heard you crying
Don't lose yourself to everyone else
Don′t lose yourself to everyone else
Don't lose yourself to everyone else
Don′t lose yourself to


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