The last train is leaving, can't you read the signals in my eyes? I'm standing on the platform waiting for the one they left behind If I'd foreseen the
, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground Russia got a red flag, U.S. got red stripes Last Train to Paris
for your wrists. Two daredevils high upon the water's edge. You throwing the knife that lands inches from my head. Sundown. Moon rise, moon rise,
now, Golden Era's let loose on the prowl, loosen the noose of your doubts, We're here to take back what used to be ours, So make your last words count
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground [Game - Verse 3] Russia got a Red Flag US got Red Stripes Last train
him up by the neck Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp As the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath Turn
stars, the coffee taken with cream and scones under the Viennese Moon; whilst we are weighed, we are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead
stars And you're all across the moon You're all above the moon You're all across the moon You're all above the moon The moon The moon
' up the old gravestone Willow tree swayin' like a ghost 'neath the yellow moon That big black train is moanin' in the stockyard That big black train
on grace For even martyrdom backs from it's suicide pacts A leap of twisted fate betrayed The scars will last until the stars Caught in her train bewitched
long time, girl I'm going south Shot up the mountain Robbed that train No way out, little girl To get away clean The sheriff's like lightning Raised from the dead
That's how they found him He was howling at the moon He's sitting right there on the railway tracks And the train was coming There was a string of wild
about Ray Charles last night And he could see just fine Dreamed about Ray Charles last night And he could see just fine, you know I asked him for a lullaby
they head lights I'm daily thinkin' of a life gleamin' That life we in, how to obtain and what's the meanin' The fact that cash rules, these last days We the last
spider with a riddle in his yarn That's clinging to the furrow of a blind man's brow I'll start talking from the brim of a thimble full of whiskey On a train
black widow spider with a riddle in his yarn that's clinging to the furrow of a blindman's brow i'll start talking from the brim of a thimble full of whiskey on a train
a dog, call me a blood hound Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground [Game - Verse 3] Russia got a Red Flag US got Red Stripes Last train
loose on the prowl, loosen the noose of your doubts We're here to take back what used to be ours So make your last words count like grooms choosing their
