Every morning we sing this stupid song
Clocking in and signing on
And in our midst there are poisoned, sweating ghosts,
Checking out and signing off
This train is running out of track
These souls have all been painted black
For all the hearts getting slowly dragged through the mud
This is my song for the Red Line
Every night I ride that shitbox home
Like a little coward on my phone
I sit between the upright and the drunk
Praying for my stop to come
This place is gonna fall apart
These lives have all been cut short
These words that were penned with the needle’s blood:
This is my song for the Red Line
credits
from D R A M A M I N E,
released October 6, 2015
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