Dead Sons

I don't know where we are going
This train seems to never end
Horse drawn carriage it awaits you
Only when this females dead

Shoot the gun, straight into her head
Lay the body, resting in the bed
All the tickets for this ghost train
Are sold out

But head long straight into the atom bomb
I'll be coming and it won't be long
Feel the burn of everything you
As the sun gets closer the world starts to turn

Supersonic death-ray laser
Shoots me when i did not know
You're the devil on my shoulder
Take me to the glory hole

Head long straight into the atom bomb
'll be coming and it won't be long
Feel the burn of everything you
I don't know where we are going
This train seems to never slow
That's the way i like it baby
Get your things and we can go

Head long straight into the atom bomb
I'll be coming and it won't be long
Feel the burn of everything you
As the sun gets closer the world starts to turn