| I work on a train
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| That’s eleven and a half cars long
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| I can only work at night
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| Cause the things I do are wrong
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| We carry some nasty substances
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| On this little night train
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| The first car’s full of dioxin
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| Enough to wipe out the state of Maine
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| Oh, the evil, terrible things
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| That I sent down those tracks
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| I snuck them through your town at night
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| Right behind your back
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| On our little train (x2)
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| The second car’s just painted black
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| What’s in it nobody knows
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| Though sometimes it makes a buzzing noise
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| And once I saw it glow
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| The third car carries poison gas
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| And the fourth car it does, too
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| The fifth car’s filled to the breaking point
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| With ortho orange forty-two
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| Oh, the evil, terrible things
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| That I sent down those tracks
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| I snuck them through your town at night
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| Right behind your back
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| On our little train (x2)
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| The sixth car leaks a strange brown ooze
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| On to the hoboes who ride below
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| It caused their hair to fall out
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| And their fingers turned bright blue
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| I swear to god it’s true
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| The seventh car carries raw sewage
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| You can tell just by the scent
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| We used to have a warning sign
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| But something ate right through the print
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| Some sort a' illegal baby food
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| Is what we got in car number eight
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| And although I’ve never tried it myself
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| The conductor says it’s great
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| We load the bodies of dead lab animals
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| On to car number nine
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| And I swear that sometimes late at night
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| I can hear those critters whine
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| Oh, the evil, terrible things
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| That I sent down those tracks
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| I snuck them through your town at night
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| Right behind your back
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| On our little train
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| Both cars number ten and eleven
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| Carry tainted juice
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| And I can hear it sloshing around
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| From my chair in the caboose |