Finally comin' up for some air
Finally comin' up
Finally comin' up for some air
Finally comin' up
Finally comin' up for some air
Finally comin' up
Finally comin' up for some air
Finally comin' up
Somebody say: Whoa
Somebody say
Now I've gotta go court the conductor
And I gotta bleed gold on the track
Breathin' in a chokehold
Now I've gotta go court the conductor
And I gotta bleed gold on the track
Breathin' in a chokehold
Hallelujah, on your lips
(on your lips)
Hallelujah, through your hips
(through your hips)
Hallelujah, record skip
(record skip)
Hallelujah, throw a fit
(throw a fit)
Throw a fit
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Never mind my mind
Never mind my mind
Never mind my mind
Never my, my, my, mind
For you I'd jump in front of a train
I'd lay in front of a bus
For you I'd jump in front of a train
Forever my companion
For you I'd jump in front of a train
I'd lay in front of a bus
For you I'd jump in front of a train
Forever my companion
Ah
Stop that train
Stop that train
Stop that train
Stop that train
(whoa)
Stop that train
(ugh)
Stop that train
Stop that train
(on the double)
Stop that train
(let me off)
Stop that train
(conductor)
Stop that train
(on the double)
Stop that train
(lickety-split)
Stop that train
(conductor)
Stop that train
(I wanna get off)
Stop that train
(I wanna get off)
Stop that train
(I wanna get off, ugh)
Stop that train
(I wanna get off)
Stop that train
(I wanna get off)
Stop that train
(I wanna get off)
Ah
That's it
Writer(s): Aaron Bruno
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