Ben
This is the last song ever written
About trains and brains and rain.
Ain't it a sin?
For these good lyrics,
I have no fears.
They've all got roles and plots and gears,
They have for years.
Train is running around in my brains.
Rain is flowing around in my veins.
Tears are running down my face,
For the last stupid song.
Let's get on board
This scattered brain.
Folks drunk as poets all sound the same,
But don't be afraid.
For this surprise,
If he was with us,
Is that we played this track for you,
And please some tears.
About trains and brains and rain.
Ain't it a sin?
For these good lyrics,
I have no fears.
They've all got roles and plots and gears,
They have for years.
Train is running around in my brains.
Rain is flowing around in my veins.
Tears are running down my face,
For the last stupid song.
Let's get on board
This scattered brain.
Folks drunk as poets all sound the same,
But don't be afraid.
For this surprise,
If he was with us,
Is that we played this track for you,
And please some tears.
Skulls
The corpses all hang headless and limp
Bodies with no surprises
And the blood drains down like devil's rain
We'll bathe tonight
I want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skulls
Demon I am and face I peel
To see your skin turned inside out, 'cause
Gotta have you on my wall
Gotta have you on my wall, 'cause
I want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skulls
Go
Collect the heads of little girls and
Put 'em on my wall
Hack the heads off little girls and
Put 'em on my wall
Oh oh
I want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skulls
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