My Trains

My basement, uh, gonna show you my beautiful Basement. Where the concrete floor feels cold to the touch, I turn up the heat if it's too much. I turn on the lightbulb on the wire. Turn on the tissue made of fire. I'm serious, when I flip this next switch, Look you in the eye, and I say, "Check This." My trains, uh, my trains, Uh. I got small ones, tiny little trains. Come down deep just to get laid. My trains, oh. My trains, oh. It's like magic, magic trains. I wish these trains could take me away. In the club, The model railroad club. Motherfucker said shit about my trains. Might as well have took a shit on my Brain, 'cause I went insane. I laid track on his ass with a styrofoam Bat. But the president never did let me back After that shit. I said, "Fuck you. Who the fuck needs a punk-ass choo-choo crew, Anyhoo?" My trains, uh, my trains, Uh. I got small ones, tiny little trains. Come down deep just to get laid. My trains, My, my trains, oh. It's like magic, magic trains. I wish these trains could take me away. I lie here every night. I feel like if I focus and think of Getting smaller, I'll gradually get smaller. And if I get small enough, my trains will Seem much bigger. And I'll be the conductor, The tiniest conductor. Oh. Then what you gonna do? What you gonna do? What you gonna do? Do then? Then what you gonna do? What you gonna do? What you gonna do then, Huh? What? What you gonna do? What you gonna, what you gonna do? What What? What you gonna do when I'm fucking Small, like one inch tall? You won't see me coming at all, when I Crawl into your ear late at night. Yeah, you heard me right, motherfucker. Sleep tight. And you think I'm just another bad Dream. But I'm a tiny little man in your Blood stream. Little hands holding an artery shut. Yeah, that's right, motherfucker. Then what?