Throwing Bricks At Trains - Future Of The Left

Slight

Bowel movements

Preceded

The bloodless coup

Though no-one

Must know it

I am at fault

I introduced

Reginald J. Trotsfield

To his lieutenant

The fearsome Brown

On Friday nights they gather on the bridges

With no intention of coming down

Above the tracks (Above the tracks)

Above the tracks (Above the tracks)

There is no mercy

There is no fear

Above the tracks (Above the tracks)

Above the tracks (Above the tracks)

There is no mercy

There is no fear

There is no fear

Still

The train will

Invariably

Come to a halt

The Wild West

Would eat it

We let it rot

I introduced

Reginald J. Trotsfield

To his lieutenant

The fearsome Brown

On Friday nights they gather on the bridges

With no intention of coming down

Above the tracks (Above the tracks)

Above the tracks (Above the tracks)

There is no mercy

There is no fear

Above the tracks (Above the tracks)

Above the tracks (Above the tracks)

There is no mercy

There is no fear

Reginald, I, I cannot love you

I cannot love a man who cannot learn to love himself

The bricks, they are just sad reminders of former glories

Though they are barely more than stories

They wandered through our homes at night

Reginald, I, I cannot love you

I cannot love a man who cannot learn to love himself

The bricks, they are just sad reminders of former glories

Though they are barely more than stories

They wandered through our homes at night

Reginald, I, I cannot love you

I cannot love a man who cannot learn to love himself

The bricks, they are just sad reminders of former glories

Though they are barely more than stories

They wandered through our homes in the dead of night