Matt Wixson - John Train Lyrics

Well you can see me coming, I'm roaring down the track
My pants are two weeks dirty with a pipe stuffed down the back
A reflection of a life that never quite made history
You all know my old friend Bobby but you don't remember me
My name is Train, John Train
My name is Train, John Train

If you're wondering where I come from, brother I'd be glad to tell
Oh I start my biography at the Chelsea Hotel
That's where I committed murder back in 19-7-5
When two men walked on in, but I'm the one that's still alive
My name is Train, John Train
My name is Train, John Train

It used to be so easy, no I didn't need to try
The CIA is after me, so is the FBI
Now I'm wallowing in madness, all the glory days behind
And I thought a little homocide might help me clear my mind
My name is Train, John Train
My name is Train, John Train

Well you can see me coming, I'm roaring down the track
My pants are two weeks dirty with a pipe stuffed down the back
A reflection of a life that never quite made history
You all know my old friend Bobby but you don't remember me
My name is Train, John Train
My name is Train, John Train