The Ghost of Jacob Bell

Walking down paths to railroad tracks,
A dark silhouette walks and his shoulders crack.

Pop-locking as he cries for the body he lacks
You can hear the moans emerge from the cold pitch black.

Oh, how he longs for the warmth to come back
As he awaits in the shadows to spring his attack.

Through the shadow of a train, and a million pound smack,
Angry Jacob Bell roams... CLICK-CLACK, CLICK-CLACK.