Текст песни Sleeping In The Train Yard

Welcome to the other side of the tracks

Where we starve for a high

And find love

In all the wrong places

This is the place of real nightmares

And every thing's a mistake

Welcome to the other side of the tracks

Here is a man

A man that stands before me

And I can smell Hell on his breath

And his eyes

His eyes

His eyes

Cut right through me

His smile reads of death

Everything he says, he says with such intentions

Of replacing any recognition

Of anything you knew

And

Nobody wins

Nobody wins

Nobody wins

Nobody wins

The end is near I can feel it on my neck

Caused by the belief in second hand grace

He'll be there won't he?

He'll be there won't he?

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Call it lust

Call it something

Call it dust

And he'll be there won't he?

I am free to taste this fruit

With a sword and an armored suit

Welcome to the other side of the tracks

Where we starve for a high

And find love

In all the wrong

All the wrong

Places

This is the place of real nightmares

And every thing's a mistake

Welcome to the other side of the tracks

Here is a man

A man that stands before me

And I can smell Hell on his breath

And his eyes

His eyes

Cut right through me

Everything he says, he says with such intentions

Of replacing any recognition

And

Nobody wins

Nobody wins

Tuck coat tails and run...