Goose Freight Train

Oh, di They've gone and left me for her other way Each every time I think the wheel around It's gone I've got a reason for heading home It's not serene, it don't make sense to me I've got the four eyes blooming under half of my bed Seems to tingle as the razor ball it cover and claw I see it shine, I see it stare Holding heart in my hand Take the master morgue and make her have him sitting offside Let the glory boy of Mr. Henry have it on rye Pa*s us some normal meat Keep us insane Bores who take away Feel it The habits survive But old of his hand Guised in moment he Teeny hate Oh, di You should've known you could have rested on me Each every time I kept the real alive You took me for the drive to feel the feat And it's hard