Slavery Train
Rolling on the tracks
Faster than the eye can see
Heading somewhere
A place where we can be free
We have no time to waste
Soon they’ll be looking for us
Going town to town
If they don’t find us, they’ll have a fuss
Riding in the cars
Being quiet as we can be
Waiting for the next stop
We’ll all be ready to be free
Were happy to be alive
To be able to escape the fears
Knowing that we were dying slowly
Crying all those tears
Being beaten to the inch of our lives
For doing what we were told
Our lives being torn apart
Like a pair of pants unfold
Pouring out of the train
Heading to the outskirts of town
Getting away from all of the commotion
All of the smiles turn into frowns
Now we are really happy
As happy as we will ever be
Heading somewhere
A place where we can be free
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