no way to walk, nothing to do
You'll have to find someone to talk to, my friend.
And if this someone's made of flesh and bones
you must be happy, you're a lucky boy
'cause you don't need to invent one god or spirit above.
So, take that train, at least you're not dead
ride the rough steel until Heaven or Hell
and sing those songs that made you become a man.
(etcetering)
