Down in the valley, there is a small town
A quiet little place
In the local bar a subtle rumbling
Up high on the mountain was a motorman
Alone he worked away
A few hand brakes and he finished for the day
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Far away in the office sits the suit
Working the bottom line
His sole purpose is pinching the pennies
What a crude and dirty business model turning black to green
Shortcuts plus blindfolds equal easy
The town slept (the town slept)
The motorman left (the motorman left)
The suit oblivious just trying to cash his cheque
The brakes failed (the brakes failed)
The trap now set (the trap now set)
There was now no just stopping what would happen next
It was a black blur of blue steel
Moving at a hellish speed
It woke up the small sleepy town
With fire and intense heat
They saw a river of burning midnight oil
Flow across the ground
While an orange tsunami of raging fire
Consumed the sleepy town
The local hospital waited for the wounded
Should've called the morgue instead
The truth, the wounded were never to arrive
The wounded were are all dead
Sometimes there simply just aren't words to say
So please pardon my French
À mes voisins de l'est
Je suis désolé pour votre perte