Napalm Train, last run.   Napalm Train, last run.   I hear the no-good rails.   I hear the no-good rails   of a napalm train.      I pay my boy to lay on top of me.   Be my guardian, boy, deliver me.   Use your wand to make a magic wall,   before God's killing of us all   with a napalm train.      A tick-tock tremble running through the world.   A shake-down shamble lets a sugared squirrel   lay out the pulley of the land,   signed in his alphabetal hand.   It's a napalm train.      We deserve what we're gonna get.   We deserve what we're gonna get   from a napalm train.