STRANGE ELECTRIC TRAINS

Someone's trying to kill me
with strange, electric trains
but their far too small to hurt me
so their efforts are in vain
but they try and try to get under my skin
no need for alibis
they think my guilt is reason enough
to annoy me until I die

So, someone's trying to tempt me
with a bottle of acrid wine
I'll play their little game with them
I'll let them waste my time
I'm not going anywhere
I'm a long, long way from home
Because love is a wandering madman
and hate? Hate is harder than bone

And if you think I walk funny
you ought to see the way I dance
I don't do the steps of normal men
I never take the chance
So, someone's trying to kill me
with strange, electric trains
but their far too small to hurt me
so their efforts are in vain