Fianna

The wind's an old SoSo, who cares about the train, dancing like a skeleton's bones, busted clothes and spirits dazed, bad vibes we stand derailed, wayward beings without a say, sad breath ain't mine alone, will we see rain, dying for an other show, all aboard they sing away, everything is now in place, they don't need stowaways, care how much we atone, give us drugs hear us pray, ask how we're going, like this on the road, no matter what our pain, old timers on the back row, rattle their chains.