Last Train

Rain on the brain

Now theres flowers in your window

She well shes so strange

I dont know anything about her

But if its all the same to you

Heres what Im gonna do

Im gonna write a song

Gonna sing it to everyone

And then Ill sing it to you

Cos it was you that wrote it too

This could be the last train

Search within yourself for feelings

Everybodys got them

You left me on the shelf

And now theres no-one to rely on

But if its all the same to you

Heres what Im gonna do

Im gonna buy a gun

Gonna shoot eberything everyone

And then Im coming for you

Cos it was you that drove me to

This could be the last train

Woo-woo

Woo-woo

Woo-woo

Woo-woo

Rear window

Wit the room in her hair

And on her jacket

Theres a picture of che guevara

As he sits beneath the tree

But thats not important

But he look a bit like me

If you took all the little feelings in your heart

And took all those little feelings apart

Oh well now

Whats the point in doing all of that