I Hear The Train

Who's gonna hold your hand when you leave town?
 Who's gonna read your Bible for you now?
 Who's gonna stand up and fight the good fight?
 Who's gonna commence with this speech tonight?
 Tell your minister
 That he looks real cute
 In that Lutheran suit
 Tell your minister
 He'll be seeking shelter
 With his church in ruins
 Tell your minister that...
 I hear his train
 I hear the train
 I hear the train
 I hear the train
 Fuck the train
 Here comes a color garden for Agaila
 Who's gonna leave this town and who's gonna stay here?
 There goes pomp and there goes circumstance
 Splattered in the ditch in the nails of the southbound tracks
 Tell your minister
 That holy men
 Shouldn't be fat fucks
 Tell your minister
 That I've seen his sinners
 Livin' just like monks
 Tell your minister that...
 I hear his train
 I hear the train
 I hear the train
 I hear the train
 Fuck the train
 Tell your minister
 That I'm petty for
 His speech sure tricked me
 Tell your minister
 That I might be stoned
 But I'm not shifty
 Tell your minister
 That I heard his speech
 It was long but sickening
 Tell your minister that...
 I hear his train
 I hear the train
 I hear the train
 I hear the train
 Fuck the train