Outside a train roars, the clatter is deafening

Louder than everything, drowns what you were saying

And the boys get on the back of that train

Their clamor is deafening, louder than everything

And they accept no warning And me in my brilliant red shirts

And my shirt hangs open at the neck

The train is always passing through

The train is always passing through Male passengers turn their heads following the passage

Of a beautiful Duchess running from carriage to carriage

And it ploughs through 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 Come on train

Come on train

Come on train And the bodies on the back of the train

They stink of greedy ***

Leave a trail of instinct and [Incomprehensible] And me in my bloodstained shirt

My body hangs 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