Train Song

There's a train named Salvation that’s headed to the station
Or so goes the preacherman's book
But you can wait all the day and toil your life away
For redemption you'd buy from a crook

‘Cause selling hope’s the preacher's job and he'll rile up his mob
If you threaten to expose his hollow lies
They'll drown your body in a lake or burn your carcass at the stake
Just ask any martyr who's tried

I'm heading far away and I won't be back this way
Until that phony train returns to this old town
The preacherman has made you blind, that preacher can kiss my behind
Until that empty train Salvation comes around