harikulade bir blues/death metal şarkısıdır. (bkz: dethklok)'un (bkz: the dethalbum)undan bir parçadır.
Here comes the soul collecting train of murder a-comin'
It longs to take your putrid blackened soul away from you
Your face will leave your rotting head, in the early morning
Your guts will leave your corpse, your spine will break and crack in two
It cannot be stopped
The train is fueled by chopped bodies
Filled with sorrow
There is no tomorrow
Ticket is your life
Ended by a knife
Called the murder train
Eternity of pain
Oh yeah, you know what I'm talking about
There is no escape but death
Your life is just
A murder train a-comin
[NATHAN:] Alright, you ready Skwisgaar?
[SKWISGAAR:] Yeah
[NATHAN:] Now play me some blues
[SKWISGAAR:] Here goes nothings
I've never been so depressed as I am right now's
I's really ams playings the blues!
How about a little bit of this?
Oh yeah
You know it
Mashed
Potato is to feel behind this
Yeah
[MASHED POTATO JOHNSON:] OK. You, you hold on for one. Hold on for one second
[SKWISGAAR:] Hey, look, it's Mashed Potato Johnson
[TOKI:] Oh, don't leave, how is it going Mashed Potatoes
[PICKLES:] Hey Mashed Potato Johnson
[MASHED POTATO JOHNSON:] Hi boys. I thought you might have forgotten about good ole Mashed Potato Johnson
[PICKLES:] Dude, no way
[TOKI:] Ha ha ha, we didn't forget abouts yous
[MASHED POTATO JOHNSON:] I was listening to your playing Skwisgaar
[SKWISGAAR:] Yeah?
[MASHED POTATO JOHNSON:] And I think you've might, you might've forgotten a couple lessons about the blues
[SKWISGAAR:] So, who cares?
[MASHED POTATO JOHNSON:] Now listen to this
Haah Yeaheah Boo Boo Di Di
Yeaheah Boo Boo Hehe
[SKWISGAAR:] AH Grands pa's guitar
[TOKI:] Ah ah, grands pa's guitar
[MASHED POTATO JOHNSON:] I've seen hate, I got blues. And I'm Mashed Potato Johnson, oh yeah.
Alright boys, you know what you're doing
I'm gonna let myself out of here, DETHKLOK RULES
Here comes the soul collecting train of murder a-comin'
It longs to take your putrid blackened soul away from you
Your face will leave your rotting head, in the early morning
Your guts will leave your corpse, your spine will break and crack in two
It cannot be stopped
The train is fueled by chopped bodies
Filled with sorrow
There is no tomorrow
Ticket is your life
Ended by a knife
Called the murder train
Eternity of pain
[MURDERFACE:] Hey, was that Mashed Potato Johnson back there?
[NATHAN:] Yeah, it was
[MURDERFACE:] I should've said hi
[NATHAN:] Yeah
There is no escape but death
Your life is just
A murder train a comin'
[MASHED POTATO JOHNSON:] This is the most depressing thing I ever heard in my entire life. Good work, boys!
