There's a train named Salvation That's headed to the station Or so goes the preacherman's book You can wait all the day And toil your life away For redemption you'd buy from a crook 'Cause selling hope's the preacher's job And he'll rile up his mob If you threaten to expose his hollow lies He'll drown your body in a lake Or burn your carcass at the stake Just ask any martyr who's tried I'm heading far away And I won't be back this way Till that phony train returns to this old town The preacherman has made you blind That preacher can kiss my behind Till that empty train Salvation comes around