Well, faith flies off the mountain everyday
No parachute, and no prayers to say
Yes, my faith flies off a mountain everyday
And there's no parachute, no goddamn prayers to say
Fly the little monkey up a telegraph pole
Sending out a signal to somebody, somebody
Somebody, please somebody

I want to hear a song that makes me believe in something
I want to hear a song that makes me believe something
I want to hear a song that makes me believe
There's something to believe in
I want to hear a song that makes me believe

Had a dream...

I was riding on a train that wasn't bound for glory
Riding on a train, the train was bound for hell
Riding on a train that wasn't bound for glory, that's for sure
Riding on a train that's bound for hell

The engine with human blood was damp
The headlight was her brimstone lamp
And then for fuel I shoveled in bones
and the furnace roared with a thousand groans

The tank was filled with lager beer
The devil himself was engineer
The passengers were a mixed up crew
Churchmen, atheists, Baptists too

The rich in broadcloth, poor in rags
Handsome girls, wrinkled hags
Black men, yellow, red and white
Chained together, fearful sight

The train rushed on at an awful pace
The sulfer fumes burned hands and face
Wilder and wilder the country grew
Faster and faster the engine flew

Loud and terrible thunder crashed
Whiter brighter lightning flashed
Hotter still the air became
So clothes were burned from each shrinking frame

There came a fearfull ear-splitting yell...
Yell Satan: "Can't stop, next stop's hell"
Twas then the passengers shrieked with pain
And begged the devil to stop the train
Stop this train

He shrieked and roared, and grinned with glee
And mocked and laughed at their misery
"My friends you've bought your seats on this road,
I've got to get through with a complete load"

You've bullied the weak, you've cheated the poor
The starving tramp, you turned from the door
You've laid up gold till your purses burst
You've given way to your beastly lust

You've balked at god in your hell blown pride
You've killed and you've cheated, and plundered and lied
You've double crossed men and you've swore and you've stole
Not a one in body and soul (that is virgin?)
Body and soul

So you've paid full fare and I'll carry you through
If there's one don't belong I'd like to know who
And here's the time when I ain't no liar
I'll land you all safe in a land of fire
And your flesh will scorch in the flames that roar
You'll sizzle and burn from rind to core

And I awoke with a shrilly cry
My were clothes were wet, my hair stood high
And I prayed as I've never until that hour
To be saved from hell and the devil's power

At present my vows were not in vain
That I payed no fare on that hellbound train