Sitting cock-sure
At the dusty end of the bar
Drinking with demons
In an empty railway car
Wrestling with ghosts
Of those who came before
And dirty deeds of the day before

Awakening your colt from its slumber
Ripping your colt from its slumber
Turn to face the intruder
There's no other
No one is there
But what gave you such a scare?
What is it that you fear?
Your bloody reflection in a mirror?
If you could only get off this train
If you could only get off this train
And get out into a purer pain

(c) 1998, HellBopp Records, Inc.