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Something out of nowhere
Like a bullet from a gun
Old railrider, riding in the sun
And you preach like a jesus
But you act like a man
All the lies your teaching
Lend another one’s hand
Old railrider
Old railride
Get your bed un made
With a jokers grin
And I saw you knocking
But I couldn’t get in with the
Door locked
Oh God you look fantastic
Time’s never been so drastic
Work nights for a fucking piece of plastic
Old railrider
Old railrider
Can’t get much higher
Old rail
It’s what you get when you love like a hypocrite
And the blood’s on your hand
But you can’t see shit
It’s what you get
When you look like a hypocrite
Already, quit it
It’s what you get when you love like a hypocrite
And the blood’s on your hand
But you can’t see shit
It’s what you get
When you look like a hypocrite
Something out of somewhere
Like a bullet from a gun
Old railrider, riding in the sun
And you preach like a jesus
But you act like a man
All the lies you teaching
Lend another one’s hand
Old railrider
Old railrider
Can’t get much higher
Old rail
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