Locomotive

No sleep, your countenance fallen

Turned white as a sheet in the face of the rain growing colder

The wallflower waltzing

The locomotive crawling

But on the wheels where the rust don't stain

Your self-chosen cure is your self-chosen pain

No time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide

Johnny come lately

Black lights suit you, baby

Too sweet, it's there for the killing

Liar there at your feet, but the face in the mirror's grown older

A bell's distant ringing

The scorpion stinging

Bells making noise, but your mind don't care

The world's screaming in like you're not even there

Inside, inside, to the back of a train they call suicide

Johnny come lately

You know the black light suits you, baby

Inside, inside, to the back of a train they call suicide

Johnny come lately

You know the black light suits you, baby

No time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide

Johnny come lately

You know the black light suits you, baby