Slow train coming down the tracks of my tears
Heading towards the houses of the holy
Where Thriller Bats out of Hell
With appetites for destruction
Swoop in throughout the door
And shout at the Devil.
It’s the Midnight train to Georgia
Rumbling passed Abbey road
And onto the hissing lawns of summer
Where dangerous Animals
Take shelter from the purple rain
Beneath Joshua trees
And howl at the dark side of the moon
We journey past the Hotel California
Where the Piper at the gates of dawn
Pours tea for the tiller man
And tells tales of a topological ocean
Whilst Sargent Peppers Lonely Heart Clubs band
Plays discrete music in the hallowed ground
Of the church of the poisoned mind
We travel through the tunnel of love
And on the bridge over troubled waters
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