Bound for Hell

Well, faith flies off the mountain everyday

No parachute, and no crash to see

Yes, my faith flies off a mountain everyday

And there's no parachute, no goddamn crash to see

Fly the little monkey up a telegraph pole

Sending out a signal to somebody, somebody

Somebody, please somebody

I want to hear a song that makes me believe in something

I want to hear a song that makes me believe something

I want to hear a song that makes me believe

There's something to believe in

I want to hear a song that makes me believe

Had a dream...

I was riding on a train that wasn't bound for glory

Riding on a train, the train was bound for hell

Riding on a train that wasn't bound for glory, that's for sure

Riding on a train that's bound for hell

The engine with human blood was damp

The headlight was her brimstone lamp

And then for fuel I shoveled in bones

and the furnace roared with a thousand groans

The tank was filled with lager beer

The devil himself was engineer

The passengers were a mixed up crew

The churchman in his battered suit

The rich in broadcloth, poor in rags

Handsome girls, wrinkled hags

Black men, yellow, red and white

Chained together, fearful sight

The dream was storming at full pace

The sulfer fumes burned hands and face

Wilder and wilder the country grew

Faster and faster the engine flew

Loud and terrible thunder crashed

Whiter brighter lighing flash

Hotter still the air became

So clothes will burn from each shrinking frame

There came a fearfull ear-splitting yell...

Yell Satan: "dance, the next stop's hell"

Twas then the passengers shrieked with pain

And begged the devil to stop the train

Stop this train

He shrieked and roared, and grinned with glee

And mocked and laughed at their misery

"My friends you've bought your seats on this road,

I've got to get through with a complete load"

You've pulled in the weak, you've cheated the poor

You starving tramp, you turned from the door

You've up gold till your purses bust

You've give a beastly lust

You've mocked at god in your hellful pride

You've killed and you've cheated, and plundered and lied

You've come across men and you've swore and you've stole

Not a one in body and soul

Body and soul

So you've paid full fare and I'll carry you through

If there's one

And here's a time when I ain't no liar

A land that will save you, a land of fire

And your flesh will scorch in the flames that roar

You'll sizzle and burn from

And I awake with a thrilling cry

My were clothes were wet, my hair stood high

And I prayed as I've never until that hour

To be saved from hell and the devil's power

At present my vows were not in vain

That I payed no fare on that hellbound train