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the train
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,
freaks and phonies, creeps and cronies,
meet your demons, eat the coneys,
ride the women, ride the ponies,
ride...well...
someone stole our solar roller coaster,
the one on the poster on the fence
up at the entrance, but you can ride
our famous carrousel.
Then when you're done and had your fun,
your hoots and hollers, and if you dare,
for the fairly fair fare of a few measly dollars
you can buy a ticket from the chick
at the little stand over there.
then take my hand and step inside,
escape your pain and ride the train.
Its magical, mystical, (some stories say
that someone once lost their left testicle
but this is all hearsay, so don't let it
make you run away)
for its also said amongst the dead,
who now are but an empty shell,
it has the power, for about an hour,
to take you out of hell.
freaks and phonies, creeps and cronies,
meet your demons, eat the coneys,
ride the women, ride the ponies,
ride...well...
someone stole our solar roller coaster,
the one on the poster on the fence
up at the entrance, but you can ride
our famous carrousel.
Then when you're done and had your fun,
your hoots and hollers, and if you dare,
for the fairly fair fare of a few measly dollars
you can buy a ticket from the chick
at the little stand over there.
then take my hand and step inside,
escape your pain and ride the train.
Its magical, mystical, (some stories say
that someone once lost their left testicle
but this is all hearsay, so don't let it
make you run away)
for its also said amongst the dead,
who now are but an empty shell,
it has the power, for about an hour,
to take you out of hell.
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