Outside a train roars, the clatter is deafening
louder than everything, drowns wath you were saying
and the boys get on the back of that train 
their clamor is deafening, louder tham everything
and they accept no warning

and me in my brilliant red shirts
and my shirt hang open at the neck
the train is always passing throught
the train is always passing throught

male passagers turn their heas following the passage
of a beautiful [bad word] from carriage
and it plought trought the city and everyone rides the train
it ploughs a primal instinct to rail against better sense

train is always passing through
train is always passing through
train is always passing through
the train is always passing through
 [bad word] on train [bad word] on train [bad word] on train

and the bodies on the back of the train
they stink of greedy 
leave a trail of instinct and roses and things 

and me in my bloodstained shirt
my body hang open at the neck

it is always passing through
it is always passing through
the train is always passing through
the train is always passing through
through me
through me
through me