Throwing Bricks At Trains

Slight
 Bowel movements
 Preceded
 The bloodless coup
 Though no-one
 Must know it
 I am at fault
 I introduced
 Reginald J. Trotsfield
 To his lieutenant
 The fearsome Brown
 On Friday nights they gather on the bridges
 With no intention of coming down
 Above the tracks (Above the tracks)
 Above the tracks (Above the tracks)
 There is no mercy
 There is no fear
 Above the tracks (Above the tracks)
 Above the tracks (Above the tracks)
 There is no mercy
 There is no fear
 There is no fear
 Still
 The train will
 Invariably
 Come to a halt
 The Wild West
 Would eat it
 We let it rot
 I introduced
 Reginald J. Trotsfield
 To his lieutenant
 The fearsome Brown
 On Friday nights they gather on the bridges
 With no intention of coming down
 Above the tracks (Above the tracks)
 Above the tracks (Above the tracks)
 There is no mercy
 There is no fear
 Above the tracks (Above the tracks)
 Above the tracks (Above the tracks)
 There is no mercy
 There is no fear
 Reginald, I, I cannot love you
 I cannot love a man who cannot learn to love himself
 The bricks, they are just sad reminders of former glories
 Though they are barely more than stories
 They wandered through our homes at night
 Reginald, I, I cannot love you
 I cannot love a man who cannot learn to love himself
 The bricks, they are just sad reminders of former glories
 Though they are barely more than stories
 They wandered through our homes at night
 Reginald, I, I cannot love you
 I cannot love a man who cannot learn to love himself
 The bricks, they are just sad reminders of former glories
 Though they are barely more than stories
 They wandered through our homes in the dead of night