Me and my babies on a runaway train,
on a runaway train, on a runaway train.
Runaway train,
you and me,
so damn glad it's the one way ride.
Time's running out,
we're steaming faster,
nonstop joy ride,
no way back.
Tell my mom I'm coming back home,
soon as this train runs off its track.
Me and my babies on a runaway train.
Me and my babies on a runaway train,
on a runaway train,
on a runaway train.
Be quiet bitch,
don't scream at me,
save your dirty looks for the undertaker.
Before too long it'll all be gone,
drops of blood in a boiler make.
Then we'll be on the TV news,
the lives we left lost in vain.
I bought my ticket on a runaway train,
I can't stand love,
can't stand pain.
Be no flowers of sympathy,
just a big red stain on the bedroom wall.
Me and my babies on a runaway train.
Me and my babies on a runaway train.
Now we're boring nights with the TV set off,
no more screaming fights on the telephone.
No more stinking lies,
no more phony all of you's,
cause I can't stand me,
and I can't
stand you.
Runaway train,
I can't stand the way you look when you look at me.
Runaway train,
I can't stand the sound of your voice when you talk to me.
Runaway train, I can't stand
to feel your touch when you're touching me.
Don't mind dying cause it's hard and fast,
a mass of twisted metal,
broken bodies,
broken glass,
broken engines,
broken hearts,
full-frontal overdrive,
broken people out and around,
broken trains,
broken lives.
Me and my babies on a runaway train.
Me and my babies on a runaway train.
Runaway,
runaway,
runaway,
why the * is it runaway train?