Tekster: The Felice Brothers. Penn Station.

Well i died in penn station tonight, oh lord
Well i died in penn station tonight, oh lord
In penn station tonight

With a toothbrush and a comb
Five dollars and dead cell phone, oh lord
No photo i.d.
No past to torture me, oh lord
No past to torture me

Well i died in penn station tonight, oh lord
Well i died in penn station tonight, oh lord
In penn station tonight

Oh how sweetly i do sleep
On the bathroom tile where the porters sweep
With a nickel in my hand
Like the star of bethleham, oh lord
Like the star of bethleham

And i know on track number seven
There?s a train to take me to heaven, lord
But a faster train?s coming near
That the devil engineers, oh lord
That the devil engineers

Well i died in penn station tonight, oh lord
Well i died in penn station tonight, oh lord
In penn station tonight

And i know on track number seven
There?s a train to take me to heaven, lord
But a faster train?s coming near
That the devil engineers, oh lord
That the devil engineers