Goose Freight Train

Oh, Die

They've gone and left me for her on the way

Each every time I think the wheel around (Around, around)

It's gone

I got a reason for heading home

It's not serene

It don't make sense to me

I've got the four eyes blooming under half of my bed

Seems to tingle as a razor ball, it cover and claw

I see it shine

I see it stare

Holding heart

In my hand

Take the master morgue

And make her have him sitting on side

Let the glory boy of Mr. Henry have it alright

Guess it's the normal me

Keep us insane

Born to take away

Feelings

The habits survive

And older is he

Guys done moaning

Teeny hate

Oh, Die

You should've known you could have rested on me

Each every time I kept the real alive

You took me for the drive to feel the feat

And it's hard