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Runaway Train
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Bubbling Under, Boiling Over
Queenie, the Queen of Cardboard City
Can't Sing Those Love Songs Anymore
Mister Nasty
Already Dead
Stand Up, Little Jesus
I Ain't Afraid
Runaway Train
Words: Dennis Johnson, Music: Steve Turner
On and on out of control
This rolling stock is on the roll
Metal on metal those sparks fly high
Burning up the trees as it passes by
The signal man donít know what to do
Waves his flag and his lantern too
Pulls the switch but it ainít no use
This train ainít stopping itís coming on through
Sometimes I feel like a runaway train
I got a fire in my belly but my smokestack has blown
Heading for collision with the buffer zone
Sometimes I feel like a runaway train
On and on and down the line
This runaway train is gonna be on time
Better stand back on platform one
Itís picking up speed like a bullet from a gun
The signal light turns to red from green
But there ainít no stopping this runaway train
Itís got a mind of itís own and itís on the loose
Thatís the engine and the box cars and the whole goddamn caboose
Sometimes I feel like a runaway train
I got a head full of steam but my whistlestack has blown
Iím on a one way ride into the great unknown
Sometimes I feel like a runaway train
Choo choo choo and clackety clack
Itís just a matter of time before we run out of track
You better clang on that klaxon and ring out those bells
Iíve got a hundred tons of loco and itís going off the rails
Signal flare like a shooting star
And if that donít work then there ainít no more
But the warning shot has come too late
To save this runaway train from a twisted mangled fate
Sometimes I feel like a runaway train
I got a fire in my belly and my smokestack has blown
Heading for collision with the buffer zone
Sometimes I feel like a runaway train
I got a head full of steam but my whistlestack has blown
Iím on a one way ride into the great unknown
Sometimes I feel like a runaway train