i was a brakeman the sharpest of all them hoping to be there in it good i was a bum rush and pardon the self lust it wasn t always understood i was comb man i comb every short line i wanted to damage just a few hoping in time it won t be swift enough and they ll carry us away and they ll carry us away i was a cold one colder than ever you feel the chill i left on you now back on the brake lines steeper than i climbed well if there s one will it be you take your ride and take your fall and laying your trap for me take this wig up off my head it did what it had to do it runs back to straight and true and leaving no more 