the hell bound train [Repeat chorus] The sun it never rises When you ride the hell bound train All aboard the hell bound train Welcome to the hell bound
't abstract We in the projects, a lot of us lab rats Voted for Obama, hoping he wouldn't have that Now I can tell you that I felt Hell, I still remember
Malik- B, and Rahzel from the NYC Who used ta, scratch and sing, make sounds and things For example, check out this telephone ring [telephone ring] Hello? Hello
their names Party people going places on the D-Train {Stop that train, I wanna get off} Check it Trench coat wing tip going to work And you be pulling a train
modern home Were set to roll out into the street of ordinary people Tryin' to make their way to work The downtown people Some are saints and some are
into one I'm a bitch, I'm a lover I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner, I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed I'm your hell, I'm your dream I'm nothing
a saint, I'll be your man I'll do most anything 'cause I don't care Oh Mother Mary, take my hand Take a ride on the midnight train We'll fall asleep
as a kitten, been strapped to the tracks of a train I have danced with the drunks And dodged all those filthy old whispers But baby, go give 'em hell
I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub By the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit By the Virgin Mary and all the saints to appear in person So that you
Paul Empty out the caNNON hit ya bitch you the truck and AR With drop twohundred thousand and then fuck it off King of the hell got em done bitch cut
e-flat flute play on, play on All you sinners and you infidels you you artful madmen bound for hell Come sing along Come on, you potty-trained saints
the mighty brothers of GWAR did bind They willed to journey and slay without plan Bring siege and terror to the cities of man Open Oberammergau Like hell
And then ducks beneath the brim of a fugitive's hat You'll learn why liquor makes a stool pigeon rat on every face That ever left his shadow down on Saint Marks place Hell
and then ducks beneath the brim of a fugitive's hat and you'll learn why liquor makes a stool pigeon rat on every face that ever left his shadow down on saint marks place hell
be a saint, I'll be your man I'll do most anything, 'cause I don't care ... Oh Mother Mary, take my hand. Take a ride on the midnight train We'll fall
