Aboard the Mighty Train

Here comes the train, everybody's on it,
All the kings who died are in the front seat and their crowns don't fit
Their wives are in the back breast feeding the babies that they killed.
The men that died at war are outside with Che Guevara, forming an army of the unskilled,
And everybody argues about how they refuse to rebuild.

Here they come, kings and poets, all aboard the Mighty train
That moves slowly into hell today.

The tax collectors steer the train and talk of the men they've billed,
And decide a percentage to send to all the mothers for the milk they spilled.
King Henry the eight complains to John Wilmot about the affair
And then he mentions quietly a girl he saw at the town square,
And the second Earl of Rochester replies, " Yes, I saw her and she's quite fair
But I don't trust her kind of glare."

Here they come, kings and poets, all aboard the Mighty train
That moves slowly into hell today.

Mozart, sitting next to them, listens in and composes a movement about her hair
For his latest opera, " The Improvement Of The Air"
While William Shakespeare writes a play to tell them all to beware of her,
And of the way she always moves her head before the guillotine goes down and cuts her neck.
Now somebody yells " here comes Jesus and his forty thieves",
And every body stands up to cheer and throw leaves.
Judas leads the way, shaking hands and blocking gun shots he perceives,
In order to pay back Jesus for betraying him in the coming weeks.

Here they come, kings and poets, all aboard the Mighty train
That moves slowly into hell today.

The train moves faster, toward the sea, where Moses will get out and disappear,
Before he jumps he'll say, " I will save my people from the music that brainwashed the king of the year."
Near by, Cain watches Abel who watches Moses as he puts on his gear,
Hes already thinking of the murder that will cause him tears
And Abel is only thinking about meeting better peers.
In the back, meanwhile, Satan finally appears,
Hes drinking rum and complaining about all the years
He stood around and waited for the men aboard to pass away to his frontiers.

Here they come, kings and poets, all aboard the Mighty train
That moves slowly into hell today.

Outside the souls continue to form a mob of angry wrens,
Who chant " God isn't real, hes a little man!"
And they wander about in circles never becoming better men
They just fall and wither into nothingness.
Back on board, sailors sound off about their acid trips
As the train rocks back and forth like a pirate ship,
And the drugs wear off making them lose their grips.

Here they come, kings and poets, all aboard the Mighty train
That moves slowly into hell today.

Picasso hes around the middle of the train,
Chatting with Salvador Dali and an abstract Great Dane.
He barks some words at the painters, calling them insane,
And they get together and make fun of his brain
By drawing a brown peanut laying on a plain,
And it all takes place in a little town in Spain.
Now the train is near, the place of no return,
And everyone panics, having nothing to yearn.
The train takes one last long turn,
And then the doors open and everybody burns.

Here they are, kings and poets, all out of the Mighty train
That landed quietly in hell today.

Gentle Orpheus hes on fire, and he feels no pain while he plays the Lyre,
He entertains the demons in the underworld, and teaches them a song they all admire.
Adolf Hitler, here he comes, whistling that lyre tune every body knows,
And crying about seeing Mose's old tired soul.
Jesus taps him on the shoulder and tries teach him a better role,
By showing him that Moses is in a hole and is shoving coal to keep the train on the stroll.
Now they all gather around and sing Orpheus song a little more,
They hold hands and ask for gore,
While somewhere else there is a war,
And they wish they were there to see the roar.

Here they are, kings and poets, all out of the Mighty train
That landed quietly in hell today.

Caesar is on the corner, looking all alone,
Reading an article that says he shouldn't grow anymore.
Brutus and Cassius are conspiring behind him,
To take over hell and not know how to run it.
Caesar looks out at the big gathering and remembers of the ones he used to have,
He was always in the middle leading the parade, with a pitch fork and a laticlave
To reward his Senators and make them feel part of the clan.
Now he sits alone in the dark, and borrows a lighter from a little man
Who is never pleased and always carrying an exit plan.

Here they are, kings and poets, all out of the Mighty train
That landed quietly in hell today.

And all the moms put on their best jewels,
Until they're heavy and shinning, so they can look like fools.
They have their gold and silver around their necks,
And shove food rapidly into their mouths that are perplexed
From taking so many calories after a big project.
All of the men stare helplessly and fill them with power and money checks,
That will probably bounce and reveal that they've been used for sex.

Here they are, kings and poets, all out of the Mighty train
That landed quietly in hell today.

There's a tired soul outside laying down in the fire,
He says, " To love her still, I must be a fool for hire.
She keeps me around only to pay for her when shes retired,
And the consequences of loving her are quite dire."
His life in hell repeats itself, and to go to heaven is all he aspires,
But first, he has to become a man we can all admire.

Here they are, kings and poets, all out of the Mighty train
That landed quietly in hell today.

Now here's Snow White, she plays the drums,
And eats the apple when the morning comes.
A little later she succumbs,
To the wicked witch of the dirty slums.
The 7 dwarfs come around and cry together
Who will buy them that needed leather,
And be around to predict the weather?
They're alone and groaning at the throne,
Where their queen once sat all on her own.
But in a month nobody will remember her anymore,
And they will find a newer worship stone.

Here they are, kings and poets, all out of the Mighty train
That landed quietly in hell today.
And all their glory and their pain, Is amusement every day
To the one who sits and watches from his fiery sleigh.
He's calm, collected, and looks forward to the day
So he can torture all of the men who sinned and thought they were so great.
He looks on to them and yells, " Don't you forget this lay!"