Me train running low on soul coal They push+pull tactics are driving me loco They shouldn't do that no no no They shouldn't do that Me train running low on dream steam They pull me whistle too hard me bound to scream And they shouldn't do that no no no They shouldn't do that Think I'm going south for the winter Think I'm going mad in this hinterland Between young and old I'm a thirty year old puppy doing what I'm told And I'm told there's no more coal For the older engines Me train running low on soul coal Think I'm going south for the winter Think I'm going west and my sprinter's speed Is reduced to a crawl My rails went straight, but straight into the wall It's the wall on which they dash the older engines And all my servants are leaving Imagination gone packing Can't find the wound from where I'm bleeding He's just a nut and he's cracking Hammer goes down Brakes all scream Me and a couple of empty carriages Slide down hill still Next stop bad dreamsville Think I'm going south for the winter Me train running low on soul coal.
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