text: Deny the passenger, who want to get on 
  Want to get on
  He want to get on
  Want to get on
  He want to get on
  To make a chain of fools
  You need a matching pair
  One hypocritical fool
  And a crowd thats never there
  Theres anger in the silence
  Theres wheels upon the jail
  A black train built of bones
  On a copper rail
  Company conductor
  You need the salt of tears
  Falling on a ticket
  That no ones used in years
  Non-commercial native
  Its tattooed in your veins
  Youre living in a blood bank
  And riding on this train
  The spirits free, but you always find
  Passengers stand and wait in line
  Someone in front and someone else behind
  But passengers always wait in line