Album: The Sound of Pseudoscience
I got one chance left to put the wrong things right
So I can't just rest behind these long state lines
To get the devil's hands beat before they catch my soul
I'll get a few miles' lead on the wrong train home
I never get no peace because I don't play nice
I never cut my teeth because my bark don't bite
It takes a little more track to break the strong man's bones
And so I'll get right back on the wrong train home
I couldn't get no sleep on the northwest line
I couldn't get that beat off my one-track mind
So call the rhythm police and let 'em search my soul
I'm just a three-chord thief on the wrong train home