The Pack
“All aboard” the call goes out,
The whistles blown,
Take a pace like a river rolling home,
Feel the ground beneath you shake,
And furnace burn,
A little late to state you had so much to learn,
Cos all decide,
The better ride’s,
The one that lies with Satan out the way,
Satan out the way.
Raise the sleepers I got news,
News to tell,
There’s an engine fire that burns as hot as hell,
Ride ‘em down and clear the track,
The pack has gone,
And it’s high time you were moving on.
Cos all decide,
The better ride’s,
The one that lies with Satan out the way,
Satan out the way.