A Train Roars - The Horrors

Outside a Train roars,

The clatter is deafening

Louder than everything,

Drowns what you were saying

And the Boys get on the back of that train

Their clamour is deafening,

Louder than everything

And they accept no warning

And me in my brilliant red shirt

And my shirt hangs open at the neck

The Train is always passing through

Male passengers turn their heads,

Following the passage

Of a beautiful Ducchess

Running from carriage to carriage

And it ploughs through the city,

And everyone rides the Train

It ploughs a primal instinct

To rail against better sense

The train is always passing through

And me in my bloodstained shirt,

My body hangs open at the neck

It is always passing through,

The train is always passing through,

Through me