Ghost Train

Eight thirty, come out, ready to go, It's so cold. Get in my train straight, Direct to hell. Whiteness around me, laughing to talk, And I say, "Hey." It's burning my head, I'm trying to walk, Too fast to find the way. Eight thirty, come out, ready to go, It's so cold. Get in my train straight, Direct to hell. Whiteness around me, laughing to talk, And I say, "Hey." It's burning my head, I'm trying to walk, Too fast to find the way. Thousand of fish back in a goldfish bowl, Relax, talk, and tell, and then the tune is... Eight thirty, come out, ready to go, It's so cold. Eight thirty, come out, ready to go, It's so cold. Hey. Thousand of fish back a goldfish bowl, Relax, talk, and tell, and then the tune is... Thousand of fish back in a goldfish bowl, Relax, talk, and tell, and then the tune is...