Ray Manzarek
Downbound Train
I found myself on a bar room floorI had drank so much I couldn’t drink no moreSo I fell asleep with a troubled brainAnd dreamed that I rode on a down bound train.The boiler was filled with blood and beerThe devil himself was the engineerThe passengers were most a decadent crewSome were foreigners and others I knewRock stars in velvet, gay boys in dragThey fed the fire with human bonesWhile the furnace rang with a thousand groans.As the train rushed on at a terrible paceSulphuric fumes scorched our hands and faceWider and wider the country grewFaster and faster the engine flewLouder and louder the thunder crashedBrighter and brighter the lighting flashedHotter and hotter the air becameTill our clothes were burnt to a quivering flame.Then out of the distance there came a yell’Look here’ - said the devil - ‘We're nearing home’Oh how those passengers shrieked with painAnd begged old Satan to stop that down bound train.
From Letras Mania