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Napalm Train, last run. Napalm Train, last run. I hear the no-good rails. I hear the no-good rails of a napalm train. I pay my boy to lay on top of me. Be my guardian, boy, deliver me. Use your wand to make a magic wall, before God's killing of us all with a napalm train. A tick-tock tremble running through the world. A shake-down shamble lets a sugared squirrel lay out the pulley of the land, signed in his alphabetal hand. It's a napalm train. We deserve what we're gonna get. We deserve what we're gonna get from a napalm train. From Letras Mania