Last Train
Rain on the brainNow there's flowers in your windowShe, well she's so strangeI don't know anything about her
But if it's all the same to youHere's what I'm gonna doI'm gonna write a songGonna sing it to everyoneAnd then I'll sing it to you'Cos it was you that wrote it tooThis could be the last train
Search within yourself for feelingsEverybody's got themYou left me on the shelfAnd now there's no-one to rely on
But if it's all the same to youHere's what I'm gonna doI'm gonna buy a gunGonna shoot eberything, everyoneAnd then I'm coming for you'Cos it was you that drove me toThis could be the last train
Woo-wooWoo-wooWoo-wooWoo-woo
Rear window with the room in her hairAnd on her jacket there's a picture in white of Che GuevaraAs he sits beneath the treeBut that's not importantBut he look a bit like meIf you took all the little feelings in your heartAnd took all those little feelings all apartOh well nowWhat's the point in doing all of that?