A Train Roars — The Horrors

Outside a train roars The clatter is deafening Louder than everything Drowns what you were saying

And the boys get on the back of that train Their clamour is deafening Louder than everything And they accept no warning

And me in my brilliant red shirt And my shirt hangs open at the neck The train is always passing through The train is always passing through

Male passengers turn their heads Following the passage Of a beautiful dutchess Running from carriage to carriage

And it ploughs through the city And everyone rides that train Ploughs a primal instinct To rail against better sense

The Train is always passing through The Train is always passing through The Train is always passing through The Train is always passing through

And me in my bloodstained shirt My body hangs open at the neck It is always passing through, through me