| I found myself on a bar room floor
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| I had drank so much I couldn’t drink no more
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| So I fell asleep with a troubled brain
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| And dreamed that I rode on a down bound train
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| The boiler was filled with blood and beer
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| The devil himself was the engineer
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| The passengers were most a decadent crew
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| Some were foreigners and others I knew
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| Rock stars in velvet, gay boys in drag
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| Beautiful groupies, and wicked old hags
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| They fed the fire with human bones
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| While the furnace rang with a thousand groans
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| As the train rushed on at a terrible pace
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| Sulphuric fumes scorched our hands and face
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| Wider and wider the country grew
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| Faster and faster the engine flew
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| Louder and louder the thunder crashed
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| Brighter and brighter the lighting flashed
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| Hotter and hotter the air became
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| Till our clothes were burnt to a quivering flame
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| Then out of the distance there came a yell
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| 'Look here' - said the devil — ‘We're nearing home'
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| Oh how those passengers shrieked with pain
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| And begged old Satan to stop that down bound train |