Weather Machines (The)
Last Stop
I got one chance left to put the wrong things rightSo I can't just rest behind these long state linesTo get the devil's hands beat before they catch my soul I'll get a few miles' lead on the wrong train homeI never get no peace because I don't play niceI never cut my teeth because my bark don't biteIt takes a little more track to break the strong man's bonesAnd so I'll get right back on the wrong train homeI couldn't get no sleep on the northwest lineI couldn't get that beat off my one-track mindSo call the rhythm police and let 'em search my soulI'm just a three-chord thief on the wrong train home
From Letras Mania