Our New Train

Our New Train

They founded this country for the freedom of religion
and it rolled down the tracks with faith as her engine
But trouble laid ahead, and they wondered who to blame
And soon forgot from where they came

And the charlatans stepped in; No time to waste
And sold their red tonic in a haste
That cold November was indeed a windy day
And all put shackles on so they wouldn't blow away

But, oh don't you worry; The state will save
Everyone a spot in their own allotted grave
So oh don't you worry; The state will save
Everyone a spot in their own allotted grave

People would rather live kneeling than die too soon
They traded their cake for a spoon
And the blood of our fathers wasn't all in vain
It's used to paint our new train

But, oh don't you worry for the state will save
Everyone a spot in their own allotted grave
So oh don't you worry; The state will save
Everyone a spot in their own allotted grave