Last Train
Rain on the brain, now there’s flowers in your window
She, well she’s strange, I don’t know anything about her
But if it’s all the same to you
Hear’s what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna write a song
Gonna sing it to everyone
Then I’m gonna sing it to you
‘cos it was you who wrote it too
This could be the last train
Search within yourself for feelings
Everybody’s got them
You left me on the shelf
And now there’s no one to rely on
But if it’s all the same to you
Hear’s what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna buy a gun
Gonna shoot everything everyone
Then I’m coming for you
‘cos it was you that drove me too
this could be the last train
Woo-woo
Woo-woo
Woo-woo
Woo-woo
Rear window
With the room in the hair
And on her jacket there’s a picture in white
Of Che Guevara
As he sits beneath the tree
But that’s not important
But he looked a bit like me
If you took all the little feelings in your heart
And took all those little feelings all apart
Oh well now what’s the point in doing all of that?
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