There's blood on the streets
hunger and hatred
wash your fingers and comb your hair
in a new way
everytime you feel like this…
The wind in the trees asks the world for peace
while someone's song becomes somebody
else's war
Better take the first train
every train
every train is a lovetrain
every train is a lovetrain
The bathroom sings in the afternoon
me I'm hanging in the air like a
strange perfume
watching how the world flows
through a weeping window
The rain speaks foreign politics
and then it sounds as if it tries to
spell my name
Better take the first train
every train
every train is a lovetrain
every train is a lovetrain
train-train-train-train-train-train
you gotta blow on your horn, man…
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