(You sent the pain to your world)

It's not all roses and posies
Whack the stone into 40 bones
It's not all roses and posies
Good luck to your peep and your whistle clean
My garage sticks to the mind when it out of reach

Greeks on a train (train, train, train)
The rotten torture (can you feel the torture?)
The dead end yourself
Still out of sight (feels out of reach)

It's not all roses and posies
Staring at the wall, you're a God's sight
When it befall, does it feel like a nose dive?

Greeks on a train (train, train, train)
The rotten torture (can you feel the torture?)
The dead end yourself
Still out of sight (feels out of reach)

You sent the pain to your world (to your)
You could fight with all your bones
You sent the pain to your world (to your)
You could fight with all your bones

There's always room for one more in the ground
The place your answers never found
The acid burns from toe to crown

Greeks on a train (train, train, train)
The rotten torture (can you feel the torture?)
The dead end yourself
Still out of sight (feels out of reach)
There's always room for one more in the ground
The place your answers never found (the rotten torture)
The acid burns from toe to crown (the dead end yourself)

(You could fight with all your bones)