"Bound for Hell" Love and Rockets
I was riding on a train that wasn't bound for glory
Riding on a train, the train was bound for hell
Riding on a train that wasn't bound for glory, that's for sure
Riding on a train that's bound for hell
The engine with human blood was damp
The headlight was her brimstone lamp
And then for fuel I shoveled in bones
and the furnace roared with a thousand groans
The tank was filled with lager beer
The devil himself was engineer
The passengers were a mixed up crew
Churchmen, atheists, Baptists too
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