Sorrow On the Rails

The air is cold and biting, the sky is bleak and white
 A prison train goes traveling swiftly through the night
 40 men in bondage, off to meet their fate
 They're wrongfully convicted, but now it seems it's MUCH TOO LATE!
 In Siberia there's sorrow on the rails
 These prisoners have done no wrong but now they're off to jail
 Curse the wicked man who led their cruel attack
 That train has left the station but it's never coming back!
 A crooked politician was soon to be exposed
 By several men who saw through him when trouble had arose
 Furious and panicked he came up with a lie
 He pulled some strings and banished them, and sent these poor men OFF TO DIE!
 In Siberia there's sorrow on the rails
 These prisoners have done no wrong but now they're off to jail
 Curse the wicked man who led their cruel attack
 That train has left the station but it's never coming...
 WAIT! There may be a gleam of hope!
 As one of the prisoners has loosened up his rope
 Free from his bonds he sneaks down front
 Up toward the engine with a man to confront
 Slow and soft are this man's steps
 As he walks with his rope, plotting out what's next
 He enters the cab, slowly from the rear
 Then he binds and gags the ENGINEER!
 In Siberia there's triumph on the rails
 These blameless men have freed themselves from those who would assail
 Now they're free at last and racing down the track
 They're moving ever forward and they're never going...
 NEVER GOING BACK!