Who's gonna hold your hand when you leave town?
Who's gonna read your Bible for you now?
Who's gonna stand up and fight the good fight?
Who's gonna commence with this speech tonight?
Tell your minister
That he looks real cute
In that Lutheran suit
Tell your minister
He'll be seeking shelter
With his church in ruins
Tell your minister that...
I hear his train
I hear the train
I hear the train
I hear the train
Fuck the train
Here comes a color garden for Agaila
Who's gonna leave this town and who's gonna stay here?
There goes pomp and there goes circumstance
Splattered in the ditch in the nails of the southbound tracks
Tell your minister
That holy men
Shouldn't be fat fucks
Tell your minister
That I've seen his sinners
Livin' just like monks
Tell your minister that...
I hear his train
I hear the train
I hear the train
I hear the train
Fuck the train
Tell your minister
That I'm petty for
His speech sure tricked me
Tell your minister
That I might be stoned
But I'm not shifty
Tell your minister
That I heard his speech
It was long but sickening
Tell your minister that...
I hear his train
I hear the train
I hear the train
I hear the train
Fuck the train