I'll see you all in hell or New Orleans
I wanna listen to the rain
Be a stranger on that train
Ah ah ahhh

And when our hearts are drunk with song
We cry
Like we're bout to die or just be born
Ah ah ahhh

Christ divine like a frankenstien
Let the moon move about
When the say you see death white
I'll see you all in hell or New Orleans
I wanna listen to the rain
Be a stranger on that train
Ah ah ahhh