train to Georgia I'd rather live in his world Than live without him in mine Go, gonna board Gonna board Gonna board the midnight train. Gotta go, gonna board Gonna board Gonna board the midnight train
calm thought when I see red. You're better than punk rock cred. You're breakfast in bed. You're breakfast in bed. You're breakfast in bed. Wanna please
calm thought when I see red You're better than punk rock cred You're breakfast in bed You're breakfast in bed You're breakfast in bed Wanna please
left behind Not so long ago He's leaving On that midnight train to Georgia And he's goin' back To a simpler place and time And I'll be with him On that midnight train
thought when I see red. You're better than punk rock cred. You're breakfast in bed. You're breakfast in bed. You're breakfast in bed. Wanna please you
I am lying in my bed Watching spider eat the fly I say :"How is that is breakfast TV for you" A little later I'm sitting by the window looking out The
bit late so we had to wait to go inside - You sang, I scoured, my father thought I was saved. You paid me back for the ride with a college cafeteria breakfast
burning in hell well i was already there and the beer i had for breakfast silver bullet in the brain and the beer i had for lunch was a bottle of night train
things head for the station. Back on the train for some dreamin' I get home by a quarter to seven make a date for some dinner and groovin' then get rack into bed
to wait but I ain't standing here forever The lighthouse sits as an attraction for tourists it's been out of work for years, it seems I think its a bed and breakfast
it's an electric chair I'm the heir to that domestic death sentence I see people accepting lethal injections Dead in seconds They confused prison for a bed in breakfast
I never saw, do what I never did Or walk before I could crawl Sometimes, I wish my eyes wasn't so red Sometimes, I wish I had breakfast in bed Sometimes
gotta yella hoe, comin through the boulevard pass by Caro, I never gave a damn my jewels gonna slam, I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams
in hell well i was already there and the beer i had for breakfast silver bullet in the brain and the beer i had for lunch was a bottle of night train
yella hoe comin through the boulevard can't rock 'n roll I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams my
