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