Runaway Trolley Songtext
von Gauss Gun

My sister thinks your new boyfriend looks fifty
She put it better than I ever could
She thinks the game you play is rather nifty
I guess you call yourself misunderstood

Do-do-do-do, do-do
Do-do-do

And if you wanna go home, you can stay home this time
In your run-down beach house
And I hope you sleep out
And never reach out

We were stuck on a runaway trolley
And it was either gonna kill one of us or five others
So you pulled the brakes down
Man, I hope you stay down

Cyanide can help you raise a devil
It plucks the unibrow from off your face
And you could never really get up to my level
You couldn′t even join the human race


Do-do-do-do, do-do
Do-do-do

And if you wanna go home, you can stay home this time
In your run-down beach house
And I hope you sleep out
And never reach out

We were stuck on a runaway trolley
And it was either gonna kill one of us or five others
So you pulled the brakes down
Man, I hope you stay down

When the mark on the ministry man is faded
And the cab for the criminal's armor-plated
When you ask for a mineral and get sedated
It′s caseated

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa, whoa
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa, whoa

And if you wanna go home, you can stay home this time
And if you wanna go home, you can stay home this time