Deny the passenger, who want to get on   Deny the passenger, who want to get on   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 that's never there   There's anger in the silence   There's 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 one's used in years   Non-commercial native   It's tattooed in your veins   You're living in a blood bank   And riding on this train      The spirit's free, but you always find   Passengers stand and wait in line   Someone in front and someone else behind   But passengers always wait in line