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 clamour is deafening, Louder than everything And they accept no warning And me in my brilliant red shirt And my shirt hangs open at the neck The Train is always pa**ing through (x2) Male pa**engers turn their heads, Following the pa**age Of a beautiful Ducchess 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 The train is always pa**ing through (x4) And me in my bloodstained shirt, My body hangs open at the neck It is always pa**ing through, (x2) The train is always pa**ing through, (x2) Through me (x3)