Outside a train roars, the clatter is deafening   Louder than everything, drowns what you were saying   And the boys get on the back of that train   Their clamor is deafening, louder than everything   And they accept no warning      And me in my brilliant red shirts   And my shirt hangs open at the neck   The train is always passing through   The train is always passing through      Male passengers turn their heads following the passage   Of a beautiful Duchess running from carriage to carriage   And it ploughs through the city and everyone rides the train   It ploughs a primal instinct to rail against better sense      Train is always passing through   Train is always passing through   Train is always passing through   The train is always passing through      Come on train   Come on train   Come on train      And the bodies on the back of the train   They stink of greedy sex   Leave a trail of instinct and [Incomprehensible]      And me in my bloodstained shirt   My body hangs open at the neck      It is always passing through   It is always passing through   The train is always passing through   The train is always passing through   Through me, through me, through me