Lodger Follow

They push pull tactics are driving me loco
They shouldn't do that, no, no, no
They shouldn't do that

Me train running low on dream steam
They pull me whistle too hard, me bound to scream
And they shouldn't do that, no, no, no
They shouldn't do that

Think I'm going South for the winter
Think I'm going mad in this hinterland
Between young and old
I'm a thirty year old puppy doing what I'm told

And I'm told there's no more coal
For the older engines

Me train running low on soul coal
They push pull tactics are driving me loco
They shouldn't do that, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
They shouldn't do that

Me train running low on dream steam
They pull me whistle too hard me bound to scream
And they shouldn't do that, no, no, no
They shouldn't do that, no

Think I'm going South for the winter
Think I'm going West and my sprinter's speed
Is reduced to a crawl
My rails went straight but straight into the wall
It's the wall on which they dash the older engines

And all my servants are leaving
Imagination gone packing
Can't find the wound from where I'm bleeding
He's just a nut and he's cracking

Hammer goes down, brakes all scream
Me and a couple of empty carriages
Slide down hill, still
Next stop, bad dreams ville

Think I'm going South for the winter, yeah yeah
Think I'm going West and my sprinter's speed
Is reduced to a crawl
My rails went straight, straight to the wall
It's the wall on which they dash the older engines, no

Me train running low on soul coal
Me train running low on soul coal
Me train running low on soul coal
Me train running low on soul coal

Me train running low
Me train running low
Me train running low on soul coal

Me train running low
Me train running low
Me train running low
Me train running low

Me train running low
Me train running low
Me train running low
Me train running low

Me train running
Me train running low
Me train running low
Me train running low
Me train running low

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