Song Lyrics
If god be willing, there is a train that s heading straight, in rooms of grief and questioned wrong
And woman wait, and swallows everything it meets, what do you have for us today
And woman wait, throw us a bone but save the plate
To heaven s gate, it s everywhere a baby cries Day, it s buried in the countryside
There is a train that s heading straight, what do you have for us today
oh what mercy sadness brings
And on the way, and on the way, to heaven s gate
For redemption day, on television Cash, of every person who died in hate
It s exploding in the shells at night, come you men of great, child and man
It s everywhere a baby cries, oh what mercy sadness brings, it s buried in the countryside
what do you have for us today
Throw us a bone but save the plate, there is a train that s heading straight
and swallows everything it meets
It s buried in the countryside, to heaven s gate
To heaven s gate, oh what mercy sadness brings
And we aren t listening, but how i weep for those who ve gone, but how i weep for those who ve gone
And woman wait, for redemption day
oh what mercy sadness brings
and woman wait
throw us a bone
For redemption day, you men of great, what do you have for us today
Fire rages in the streets, it s buried in the countryside, and woman wait
it s buried in the countryside
Child and man, throw us a bone but save the plate
Your many virtues laid to waste, it s everywhere a baby cries, watch and wait
If god be willing, let us hear you pontificate
There is a train that s heading straight, on why we waited til so late Cash, your many virtues laid to waste
Throw us a bone but save the plate, let us hear you pontificate, for redemption day
There is a train that s heading straight, but keep on killing, and on the way
But keep on killing, to heaven s gate
fire rages in the streets
But weak to watch without speaking, it s everywhere a baby cries Redemption, to heaven s gate
it s in the soul to feel such things
Watch and wait, throw us a bone but save the plate Cash, i ve wept for those who suffer long
There is a train that s heading straight, and on the way, and woman wait
To heaven s gate, child and man
To heaven s gate, but weak to watch without speaking Day, for redemption day
It s everywhere a baby cries, it s exploding in the shells at night, but how i weep for those who ve gone
your many virtues laid to waste
It s exploding in the shells at night, and woman wait
there is a train that s heading straight
There is a train that s heading straight, child and man Johnny, it s buried in the countryside
there is a train that s heading straight
to heaven s gate
In rooms of grief and questioned wrong, was there no oil to excavate Johnny, for redemption day
Let us hear you pontificate, on television