I found myself on a bar room floor I had drank so much I couldn't drink no more So I fell asleep with a troubled brain And dreamed that I rode on a down bound train. The boiler was filled with blood and beer The devil himself was the engineer The pa**engers were most a decadent crew Some were foreigners and others I knew Rock stars in velvet, gay boys in drag They fed the fire with human bones While the furnace rang with a thousand groans. As the train rushed on at a terrible pace Sulphuric fumes scorched our hands and face Wider and wider the country grew Faster and faster the engine flew Louder and louder the thunder crashed Brighter and brighter the lighting flashed Hotter and hotter the air became Till our clothes were burnt to a quivering flame. Then out of the distance there came a yell 'Look here' - said the devil - ‘We're nearing home' Oh how those pa**engers shrieked with pain And begged old Satan to stop that down bound train.