Well, we're sick with sin, all our kith and kin
Are pale with woe from the shape we're in.
Board the Devil's train and all we got in the end
Are two tickets to Hell.
A traipsin' woman and a ramblin' man
Always lead to no good end,
So time to slip beneath the clay
'Cause somebody's got to fill those graves.
Here's two tickets to Hell.
But the drought revealed all the stiffs in the creek.
At last we lay cursing ourselves to sleep.
On the Devil's train, two coffins at his feet
And two tickets to Hell.
But there's a fork in the road, a switch in sight.
Is it right or wrong, is it left or right?
On a Glory-bound train on into the light
Or two tickets to Hell?
Are pale with woe from the shape we're in.
Board the Devil's train and all we got in the end
Are two tickets to Hell.
A traipsin' woman and a ramblin' man
Always lead to no good end,
So time to slip beneath the clay
'Cause somebody's got to fill those graves.
Here's two tickets to Hell.
But the drought revealed all the stiffs in the creek.
At last we lay cursing ourselves to sleep.
On the Devil's train, two coffins at his feet
And two tickets to Hell.
But there's a fork in the road, a switch in sight.
Is it right or wrong, is it left or right?
On a Glory-bound train on into the light
Or two tickets to Hell?