Hop The Train

 

 

 

 

Wake me up at 4 a.m.
An early day,
I’m heading back to boston
I’m going home
A bid farewell to tin cuisine
It’s goodbye cats and
Hop the train, to d.c.
Yeah, washington
Slip into the house of white
Got to see the man 
about the power and the glory
Hey mr. president Do you know what time it is
And hey mr. president To do some good, you’ll have to pay
Run and hide, take good care
And beware, I’ll say a prayer for you
Say goodbye, dissapear
Watch your back yeah, they’ll be hunting you
The rain it feels like broken glass
A paper castles leaking, 
I’m not talking the weather
Still pretending, wasting time
Both hands on the wheel
And guess who’s driving remote control
Big disease, emergencies
The governwench she wears 
a giant condom, safe politics
And hey mr. president, what are you smiling at
And hey mr. president, do the deed and get out of there