| Well, faith flies off the mountain everyday
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| No parachute and no crash to see
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| Yes, my faith flies off a mountain everyday
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| And there’s no parachute, no goddamn crash to see
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| Fly the little monkey up a telegraph pole
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| Sending out a signal to somebody, somebody
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| Somebody, please somebody
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| I want to hear a song that makes me believe in something
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| I want to hear a song that makes me believe something
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| I want to hear a song that makes me believe
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| There’s something to believe in
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| I want to hear a song that makes me believe
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| Had a dream
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| I was ridin' on a train that wasn’t bound for glory
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| Ridin' on a train, the train was bound for hell
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| Ridin' on a train that wasn’t bound for glory, that’s for sure
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| Ridin' on a train bound for hell
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| The engine with human blood was damp
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| The headlight was her brimstone lamp
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| And then for fuel I shoveled in bones
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| And the furnace roared with a thousand groans
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| The tank was filled with lager beer
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| The devil himself was engineer
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| The passengers were a mixed up crew
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| Churchman in his battered suit
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| The rich in broadcloth, poor in rags
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| Handsome girls, wrinkled hags
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| Black men, yellow, red and white
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| Chained together, fearful sight
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| The dream was stormin' at full pace
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| The sulfer fumes burned hands and face
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| Wilder and wilder the country grew
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| Faster and faster the engine flew
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| Loud and terrible thunder crashed
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| Whiter brighter lighin' flash
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| Higher still the air became
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| So clothes will burn from each shrinking frame
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| There came a fearful ear splitting yell
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| Yell satan dance, the next stop’s hell
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| T’was then the passengers shrieked with pain
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| And begged the devil to stop the train
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| Stop this train
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| He shrieked and roared and grinned with glee
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| And mocked and laughed at their misery
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| «My friends you’ve bought your seats on this road
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| I’ve got to get through with a complete load»
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| You’ve pulled in the weak, you’ve cheated the poor
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| You starving tramp, you turned from the door
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| You’ve lit up gold till your purses burst
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| You’ve given a cleargy a beastly lust
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| You’ve mocked at God in your hellful pride
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| You’ve killed and you’ve cheated, you’ve plundered and lied
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| You’ve come across men and you’ve swore and you’ve stole
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| Not a one but a splurge and in body and soul
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| Body and soul
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| So you’ve paid full fare and I’ll carry you through
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| If there’s one don’t be loud, I’d like to know who
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| And here’s a time when I ain’t no liar
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| A land that will save you, a land of fire
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| And your flesh will scorch in the flames that roar
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| You’ll sizzle and burn from to core
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| Then I awoke with a thrilling cry
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| My were clothes were wet, my hair stood high
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| And I prayed as I’ve never until that hour
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| To be saved from hell and the devil’s power
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| At present my vows were not in vain
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| That I paid no fare on that hellbound train |