Trains are coming in and I am blacking out
Feeling sick and tired my limbs floating all around
Doors are locking up I'm sinking like a stone
The troubadour sneers no direction home
Brain is dropping bombs I'm spitting fire
Is there a state beyond f*cked up and tired
A Spanish girl sings and she is desperate too
But she wears a gun and fancy leather shoes
Trains are coming in and trains are pounding out
Sleep feeds me to the vultures they strip me to the bones Doors are locking up doors are locking down
I guess it's true - no direction home
Where is myself
Mind the gap
This train terminates
All change pleases
Wandsbek Gartenstadt
Ohlsdorf Friedhof