Last Train

Rain on the brain Now there's flowers in your window She, well she's so strange I don't know anything about her But if it's all the same to you Here's what I'm gonna do I'm gonna write a song Gonna sing it to everyone And then I'll sing it to you 'Cause it was you that wrote it too This could be the last train Search within yourself for feelings Everybody's got them You left me on the shelf And no there's no one to rely on But if it's all the same to you Here's what I'm gonna do I'm gonna buy a gun Gonna shoot everything everyone And then I'm coming for you 'Cause it was you that drove me to This could be the last train Rear window with the room in the hair And on her jacket there's a picture in white of Che Guevara As he sits beneath the tree But that's not important But he looked a bit like me If you took all the little feelings in your heart And took all those little feelings all apart Oh well now what's the point in doing all of that