Passengers lyrics
Deny the passenger, who want to get on
Deny the passenger, who want to get on Deny the passenger, who want to get on Want to get on He want to get on Want to get on He want to get on To make a chain of fools You need a matching pair One hypocritical fool And a crowd that's never there There's anger in the silence There's wheels upon the jail A black train built of bones On a copper rail Company conductor You need the salt of tears Falling on a ticket That no one's used in years Non-commercial native It's tattooed in your veins You're living in a blood bank And riding on this train The spirit's free, but you always find Passengers stand and wait in line Someone in front and someone else behind But passengers always wait in line
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