(You sent the pain to your world) It's not all roses and posies Whack the stone into 40 bones It's not all roses and posies Good luck to your peep and your whistle clean My garage sticks to the mind when it out of reach Greeks on a train (train, train, train) The rotten torture (can you feel the torture?) The dead end yourself Still out of sight (feels out of reach) It's not all roses and posies Staring at the wall, you're a God's sight When it befall, does it feel like a nose dive? Greeks on a train (train, train, train) The rotten torture (can you feel the torture?) The dead end yourself Still out of sight (feels out of reach) You sent the pain to your world (to your) You could fight with all your bones You sent the pain to your world (to your) You could fight with all your bones There's always room for one more in the ground The place your answers never found The acid burns from toe to crown Greeks on a train (train, train, train) The rotten torture (can you feel the torture?) The dead end yourself Still out of sight (feels out of reach) There's always room for one more in the ground The place your answers never found (the rotten torture) The acid burns from toe to crown (the dead end yourself) (You could fight with all your bones)