Throwing Bricks At Trains

Slight Bowel movements Preceded The bloodless coup Though no-one Must know it I am at fault I introduced Reginald J. Trotsfield To his lieutenant The fearsome Brown On Friday nights they gather on the bridges With no intention of coming down Above the tracks (Above the tracks) Above the tracks (Above the tracks) There is no mercy There is no fear Above the tracks (Above the tracks) Above the tracks (Above the tracks) There is no mercy There is no fear There is no fear Still The train will Invariably Come to a halt The Wild West Would eat it We let it rot I introduced Reginald J. Trotsfield To his lieutenant The fearsome Brown On Friday nights they gather on the bridges With no intention of coming down Above the tracks (Above the tracks) Above the tracks (Above the tracks) There is no mercy There is no fear Above the tracks (Above the tracks) Above the tracks (Above the tracks) There is no mercy There is no fear Reginald, I, I cannot love you I cannot love a man who cannot learn to love himself The bricks, they are just sad reminders of former glories Though they are barely more than stories They wandered through our homes at night Reginald, I, I cannot love you I cannot love a man who cannot learn to love himself The bricks, they are just sad reminders of former glories Though they are barely more than stories They wandered through our homes at night Reginald, I, I cannot love you I cannot love a man who cannot learn to love himself The bricks, they are just sad reminders of former glories Though they are barely more than stories They wandered through our homes in the dead of night