Your eyes they look so very troubled The sweat on your brow is a heavy weight We've been talking about train robbers Vagabonds and spinning plates Production is always too slow When there's someone in need There's no law to be considered When there is a hungry mouth to feed There's a worker and then there's a thief There's a god of envy and a god of relief I passed the same roads every day Things they so very rarily change I've had my fill with the prosecution Especially when I was not the one to blame If I said I remember old Harry Tracey Or maybe I remember just the way he died All the things that pressure will make you do But they'll never take me alive We'll drive the car You get on the train No one leaves anyone behind It'll be smooth sailing just like before Easier sentimentally inside We'll drive the car You get on the train No one leaves anyone behind It'll be smooth sailing just like before Easier sentimentally inside