|There's a long black train a-comin', it is on the final stretch
You don't need no reservation if you've got this train to catch
Oh the engine's spittin' fire as it chugs along the track
You don't have to pay for ridin' but there is no ticket back.
O-slo train, don't move so fast,
Won't you let me off at last.
There is "Peace" and "Law" and "Progress" painted neatly on the front
All the crew wears suits and neckties, but the passengers sure don't
There is room for every woman, man and child of Jewish blood
But the doors are barred and bolted, and the hatches welded shut
Some will say it lost its airbrakes, or the engineer's gone mad,
But this train was right on schedule every run it ever had.
Few remember the first station, it departed secretly,
Fewer know the destination, where no work will set you free.
Will you dare to wreck the engine, throw your body on the rails,
Face the guards in black attire with your teeth and fingernails?
Or perhaps you'll shrug your shoulders and just do the things you do,
Keep on livin' and believin' that the train won't come for YOU?