Eternal Damnation
The wagon rolled out the old train station
The sign on the front read ""eternal damnation''
I wonder what travel zone that yonder could be
And will my discount card still work for me
I fight for my seat in this crowded carriage
This deadly commute is a broken marriage
This old locomotive rumbling down the tracks
Once you step on board there is no turning back
The weather was cruel, and the day was cold
At the end of the rainbow ain't a pot of gold
The rusted old engine is tumbling down the way
This crooked old world feel like the end of days
We gotta carry on
This blood-stained valley glistens cherry red
If I hadn't been so drunk I would already be dead
They lied about Moses, talked behind his back
Ain't seen a drop of water since they locked up Jill and Jack
The train broke down outside of Galilee
The world outside my window makes no sense to me
We stepped out the door and bundled down the way
The moon was just a thumbprint at the break of day
There were leaves on the line and cracks on the ridge
There was dust in the wheels and holes in the bridge
There were promises made and many that were broke
There ain't no kind of fire with no kind of smoke
We gotta carry on
Sean Taylor Vocals, Electric Rhythm Guitar, Piano & Harmonica
Ben Walker Lead Electric Guitar
Mike Seal Double Bass
Paulina Szczepaniak Drums & Percussion"
Sean Taylor - Eternal Damnation Lyrics
Sean Taylor - Eternal Damnation Lyrics
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Eternal Damnation
The wagon rolled out the old train station
The sign on the front read ""eternal damnation''
I wonder what travel zone that yonder could be
And will my discount card still work for me
I fight for my seat in this crowded carriage
This deadly commute is a broken marriage
This old locomotive rumbling down the tracks
Once you step on board there is no turning back
The weather was cruel, and the day was cold
At the end of the rainbow ain't a pot of gold
The rusted old engine is tumbling down the way
This crooked old world feel like the end of days
We gotta carry on
This blood-stained valley glistens cherry red
If I hadn't been so drunk I would already be dead
They lied about Moses, talked behind his back
Ain't seen a drop of water since they locked up Jill and Jack
The train broke down outside of Galilee
The world outside my window makes no sense to me
We stepped out the door and bundled down the way
The moon was just a thumbprint at the break of day
There were leaves on the line and cracks on the ridge
There was dust in the wheels and holes in the bridge
There were promises made and many that were broke
There ain't no kind of fire with no kind of smoke
We gotta carry on
Sean Taylor Vocals, Electric Rhythm Guitar, Piano & Harmonica
Ben Walker Lead Electric Guitar
Mike Seal Double Bass
Paulina Szczepaniak Drums & Percussion"
The wagon rolled out the old train station
The sign on the front read ""eternal damnation''
I wonder what travel zone that yonder could be
And will my discount card still work for me
I fight for my seat in this crowded carriage
This deadly commute is a broken marriage
This old locomotive rumbling down the tracks
Once you step on board there is no turning back
The weather was cruel, and the day was cold
At the end of the rainbow ain't a pot of gold
The rusted old engine is tumbling down the way
This crooked old world feel like the end of days
We gotta carry on
This blood-stained valley glistens cherry red
If I hadn't been so drunk I would already be dead
They lied about Moses, talked behind his back
Ain't seen a drop of water since they locked up Jill and Jack
The train broke down outside of Galilee
The world outside my window makes no sense to me
We stepped out the door and bundled down the way
The moon was just a thumbprint at the break of day
There were leaves on the line and cracks on the ridge
There was dust in the wheels and holes in the bridge
There were promises made and many that were broke
There ain't no kind of fire with no kind of smoke
We gotta carry on
Sean Taylor Vocals, Electric Rhythm Guitar, Piano & Harmonica
Ben Walker Lead Electric Guitar
Mike Seal Double Bass
Paulina Szczepaniak Drums & Percussion"
Writer: SEAN DAVID TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Kassner Associated Publishers Ltd
Copyright: Lyrics © Kassner Associated Publishers Ltd