there's a train passing along
wheezing away its ancient humming
there are thieves on that there train
and I know damn well they're coming
I hear the hooting and the hollering
I can't seem to make a move
they're making haste to rob me blind
I hear the wheels screech along the groove
Help me, someone salvage me
my feet are anchored to the turgid terrain
its swelling intermittently
and far off voices whisper "what a shame"
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