We're graveyard-bound
On a hijacked train
We’re sitting down
Standing up and sitting down again
Everyone inside is scared
They're holding hands to handle screams
They're singing aloud
Or reading the paper to tune it out
We're traveling atomic tracks
Through landmine fields of doom
Somehow I made my way
To the engineer’s room
I said: Hit the brakes, stop the train
There’s innocent people back there
He just smiled, shook his head
And put his fist into the air
5-4-3-2-1 ground zero
Throw your hands in the air
If you don’t want to get to where we’re going
Then why did you pay the fare