Rattling down the track on iron wheels,
this is not an exercise, it's for real.
I'm up here in [bad word] wind, way down there.
This town is just a traffic jam,
you can't walk the streets or breathe the air.

I'm [bad word] train driver.
I'm [bad word] train driver.
I'm [bad word] train driver,
heading off the rails.

Thundering through the night
with the moon in my eyes,
out into the daybreak and the new sunrise.
All I found was loneliness in
the [bad word] of the crowd,
but I'm bound for freedom now,
I've got power and speed, I'm never slowing down.

I'm [bad word] train driver.
I'm [bad word] train driver.
I'm [bad word] train driver,
heading off the rails.

I am no ordinary vandal, oh no!
Hanging on to the dead man's handle
and I'm never going to let go,
never going to let go...
This is not the green train.

I'm pulling this cargo up and over the top.
It's a loaded son of a gun
with the hammer [bad word] 
Slow-moving son of a bomb,
soon it's going to roll.
It's too late to evacuate,
it wouldn't do any good.
Where would you go?

I'm [bad word] train driver.
I'm [bad word] train driver.
I'm [bad word] train driver,
heading off the rails.
This is not the green train...