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Here comes the soul collecting train of murder a-comin'
It longs to take your putrid blackened soul away from you

Your face will leave your rotting head, in the early morning
Your guts will leave your corpse, your spine will break and crack in two

It cannot be stopped
The train is fueled by chopped bodies
Filled with sorrow
There is no tomorrow

Ticket is your life
Ended by a knife
Called the murder train
Eternity of pain

Oh yeah, you know what I'm talking about

There is no escape but death
Your life is just
A murder train a-comin

- Alright, you ready Skwisgaar?
- Yeah
- Now play me some blues
- Here goes nothings

I've never been so depress, it make me reduce
This really up clear, the blues
How about a little bit of this?
Oh yeah

You know it
Mashed
Potato is to feel behind this

Yeah

- O.K. You, you hold on for one. Hold on for one second
- Hey, look, it's Mashed Potato Johnson
- Oh, don't leave, how is it going Mashed Potato Johnson
- Hey Mashed Potato Johnson
- Hi boys. I thought you might have forgotten about good ole Mashed Potato Johnson
- Dude, no way
- Ha ha ha, we didn't forget about you
- I've was listening at you're playing Skwisgaar
- Yeah?
- And I think you've might, you've might forgot. A couple lessons, about the blues
- So, so cause
- Now listen idiot

Haah Yeaheah Boo Boo Di Di
Yeaheah Boo Boo Hehe

- AH Grand pa's guitar
- Ah ah, grand pa's guitar
- I've seen hate, I got blues. And I'm Mash Potato Johnson

Oh Yeah

Alright boys, you know what you're doing
I'm gonna get myself out of here, DETHKLOK RULES

Here comes the soul collecting train of murder a-comin'
It longs to take your putrid blackened soul away from you

Your face will leave your rotting head, in the early morning
Your guts will leave your corpse, your spine will break and crack in two

It cannot be stopped
The train is fueled by chopped bodies
Filled with sorrow
There is no tomorrow

Ticket is your life
Ended by a knife
Called the murder train
Eternity of pain

- Hey, was that Mashed Potato Johnson back there?
- Yeah, it was
- That kind a feel hot
- Yeah

There is no escape but death
Your life is just
A murder train a comin'

- This is the most depressing thing I've heard in my entire life
Here comes the soul collecting train of murder a-comin'   It longs to take your putrid blackened soul away from you      Your face will leave your rotting head, in the early morning   Your guts will leave your corpse, your spine will break and crack in two      It cannot be stopped   The train is fueled by chopped bodies   Filled with sorrow   There is no tomorrow      Ticket is your life   Ended by a knife   Called the murder train   Eternity of pain      Oh yeah, you know what I'm talking about      There is no escape but death   Your life is just   A murder train a-comin      - Alright, you ready Skwisgaar?   - Yeah   - Now play me some blues   - Here goes nothings      I've never been so depress, it make me reduce   This really up clear, the blues   How about a little bit of this?   Oh yeah      You know it   Mashed   Potato is to feel behind this      Yeah      - O.K. You, you hold on for one. Hold on for one second   - Hey, look, it's Mashed Potato Johnson   - Oh, don't leave, how is it going Mashed Potato Johnson   - Hey Mashed Potato Johnson   - Hi boys. I thought you might have forgotten about good ole Mashed Potato Johnson   - Dude, no way   - Ha ha ha, we didn't forget about you   - I've was listening at you're playing Skwisgaar   - Yeah?   - And I think you've might, you've might forgot. A couple lessons, about the blues   - So, so cause   - Now listen idiot      Haah Yeaheah Boo Boo Di Di   Yeaheah Boo Boo Hehe      - AH Grand pa's guitar   - Ah ah, grand pa's guitar   - I've seen hate, I got blues. And I'm Mash Potato Johnson      Oh Yeah      Alright boys, you know what you're doing   I'm gonna get myself out of here, DETHKLOK RULES      Here comes the soul collecting train of murder a-comin'   It longs to take your putrid blackened soul away from you      Your face will leave your rotting head, in the early morning   Your guts will leave your corpse, your spine will break and crack in two      It cannot be stopped   The train is fueled by chopped bodies   Filled with sorrow   There is no tomorrow      Ticket is your life   Ended by a knife   Called the murder train   Eternity of pain      - Hey, was that Mashed Potato Johnson back there?   - Yeah, it was   - That kind a feel hot   - Yeah      There is no escape but death   Your life is just   A murder train a comin'      - This is the most depressing thing I've heard in my entire life