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Car Number Sixteen
This train is coming down the main This train is rocking my brain This train is the overcrowded train This train is washing in the rain This train is the messy train This train is filled with pain This train is labeled with all blame This train is whispering my name This train has many places to go This train is putting on a show This train is filled with pride This train is taking me for a ride I cannot get over the sticky sensation That is still running in my vein Pumping blood through my heart And persuading me to run again This train made me feel so ashamed This train has borne all the blame This train is hard to be contained This train has taken me back in time This train has caused me to lose my mind This train has treated me so unkind Standing passengers, seated passengers Miserable passengers, angry passengers Screaming passengers, shouting passenger Happy passengers, loyal passengers going for the same ride We were jam-packed into car numbers sixteen And there was nothing in-between All the filthy ruins has been exposed And everyone knows each other woes We were all experiencing the same things We know where everyone has been so nothing was surprising We looked as if we were going to the auction block With a price to pay if the slow moving train delays Children spread out on the floor Sucking and pulling their mother’s nipples Milk spewing from their mother’s breast while the babies take a deep breath Little naked boys running around exposing their little "filly tilly" in aisles And that staunch images couldn’t leave my mind it bothers me all the time Two little boys both of them brothers hugging and beating up one another They held each other down on the train seat rubbing and kissing each other, While their mother and father stood by laughing at themselves As their children imitate them Children are mirror so be careful what you do infront of them We were all squeezed and packed up in the corner looking like hungry beggars This train has picked up a number of passengers Dirty passengers, clean passengers, mix up passengers, corrupted passengers Bad mouth passengers, hypocritical passengers, fat belly passengers Curious passengers, good passengers, faithful passengers And passengers who just wanted a free ride I knew that this would be long and it was all part of the plan to take the slow ride So that I could have enough time to think and figure out a good plan I bought the ticket at window number sixteen And ended up in car number sixteen What a coincident everything seems to fall supernaturally in place Was it the work of the creator or was it the new world order? The woman who sold tickets at the window was not so nice She woke up on the cultural side with a tired and angry face She spoke in a very loud voice at everybody I trembled before she got to me She reminded me of the immigration officers at the airport She knew exactly what she was about So I waited patiently until she got to me She was more polite when she explained everything to me I braced myself for a long historical haul but it was not so bad after all I boarded car number sixteen and found myself Stacked among smoking unprincipled men They leaned up in the corner looking with longing eyes for opportunities to take advantage of a foolish girl They looked at me as they wanted to touch me I could hardly figure out their strange grin Grown men from the countryside dressed in weird style And filth daubed all over the train toilet floor just behind me with It shocked me to my very core, I couldn’t have asked for more This train is loaded with passengers This train is loaded with consumers This train is loaded with peddlers This train is full to the brim No one else can come in This train is bound for the East This train is bound for the west This train is bound for the north This train is bound for the south This train is my train This train is your train This train is the musical train This train is the forgiving train This train is everybody’s train This train is the peoples train This train is the victory train This train is the liberty train Hop on this train don’t stand out in the rain You have a lot to gain This train is the winning train
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