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This Train Will Be Taking No Passengers
Written by Glenn Richards
guitar tab to play solo, by Rebecca Barton

Capo 2nd

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We will adjust to this new condition of     living like a

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   man with his entrails now out him not in

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after certain techniques of torture accustoms 

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 himself to a  new    conditions of live

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train

thoughtless godless men find god in them at the age of 25
in a year death gains favour and they think themselves the more alive
you'll find them in the loose caboose where the pills are kept and the stupid juice
this one has a sleeping wheel, this one has a willing noose


Chorus
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  Onward and on to the         ends of love, pricked

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   vanity,      habit and      ruse.

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   Onward and   on to a        premature silence where

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  death finds          too much use.

sixteen year old whores in training, eyes a-battin' arms a-flailing
skin aflame this fire-fanning express if you're on baord
basement follows fear and married by dismay it takes a corner
into the day after today which is a father's sorrow

onward and on to the ends of meanness
where kindness is a means of the earth
onward and on, awakening finds us
too sensual beings from birth
i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry lady
i'm sorry i'm sorry lady
i'm sorry lady
train

those pods of wealthy blonde gobbets with their red-rind eyes
getting pecked at by the heroin sparrows of the western skies
she may be married to the tracks
but this train flies and it's taking no passengers

"we'll stand on his hand
that's how you pin your man
we'll smash him from preston to epworth!"

onward and on to the ends of reason 
where malice is the means of the earth 

onward and on, this strange-wrought bird 
onwards and over the black coffee earth, 
onward and on, this laughing train to the 
ends of its low, low mirth... 

where the media make it with the media whores, 
lady Time minces man-meat with her contract claws 
for a barbecue with the veterans of the talkback wars 
in the outback palace...of one John Laws. 

o we will adjust to this new condition of living 
like a sailor with his hands tied behind his back 
imprisoned after sailing into foreign waters, unawares, 
accustoms himself to a new condition of living. 
but a shadow falls between this hurtling intent and its 
realisation for its government 
is rotten and therefore its civilisation 
which is certainly taking no passengers...train...