Текст песни Penn Station - The Felice Brothers

Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord
Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord
In Penn station tonight

With a toothbrush and a comb
Five dollars and a dead cell phone, oh Lord
No photo I.D
No past to torture me, oh Lord
No past to torture me

Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord
Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord
In Penn station tonight

Oh, how sweetly I do sleep
On the bathroom tile where the porters sweep
With a nickel in my hand
Like the star of Bethlehem, oh Lord
Like the star of Bethlehem

And I know on track number seven
There's a train to take me to heaven, Lord
But a faster train's coming near
Got the devil engineers, oh Lord
Got the devil engineers

Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord
Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord
In the Penn station tonight

And I know on track number seven
There's a train to take me to heaven, Lord
But a faster train's coming near
Got the devil engineers, oh Lord
Got the devil engineers