I work on a train
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That's eleven and a half cars long
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I can only work at night
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Cause the things I do are wrong
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We carry some nasty substances
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On this little night train
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The first car's full of dioxin
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Enough to wipe out the state of Maine
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Oh, the evil, terrible things
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That I sent down those tracks
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I snuck them through your town at night
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Right behind your back
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On our little train (x2)
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The second car's just painted black
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What's in it nobody knows
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Though sometimes it makes a buzzing noise
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And once I saw it glow
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The third car carries poison gas
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And the fourth car it does, too
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The fifth car's filled to the breaking point
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With ortho orange forty-two
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Oh, the evil, terrible things
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That I sent down those tracks
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I snuck them through your town at night
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Right behind your back
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On our little train (x2)
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The sixth car leaks a strange brown ooze
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On to the hoboes who ride below
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It caused their hair to fall out
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And their fingers turned bright blue
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I swear to god it's true
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The seventh car carries raw sewage
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You can tell just by the scent
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We used to have a warning sign
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But something ate right through the print
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Some sort a' illegal baby food
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Is what we got in car number eight
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And although I've never tried it myself
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The conductor says it's great
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We load the bodies of dead lab animals
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On to car number nine
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And I swear that sometimes late at night
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I can hear those critters whine
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Oh, the evil, terrible things
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That I sent down those tracks
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I snuck them through your town at night
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Right behind your back
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On our little train
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Both cars number ten and eleven
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Carry tainted juice
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And I can hear it sloshing around
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From my chair in the caboose
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Train I Ride
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The Dead Milkmen |