D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S A-N-I-M-A-L I'm pinned down by the dark Makes my head pirouette Been fighting with my sheets And nearly crying in my sleep Yes, I'm battling that well taught gripe The most restraining type You should have racing stripes

I am paralyzed A heart that feels no pain Addicted to the game Breaking beneath the strain The anger, the pressure You're choking down your words again Feel the nerves set in Unspoken frustration They see right through you

I'm a fire starter I'm that hearts like water Yeah yeah yeah yeah (oh oh oh oh) I'm a sweet disaster There's an S under my clothes On my chest where nobody else can see I'm a badass Jumping off the moving train I'm a Jane Bond

Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love With Waylon and Willie and the boys Between Hank Williams' pain songs and Newberry's train songs and Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas ain't nobody

Train kept a-rolling all night long But I just couldn't tell her so But I just couldn't tell her so, no, no, no I said, train kept a-rolling all night long With a heave, and a ho Well, on a train, I met a dame She rather handsome, we kind looked the same

Everybody says that life takes patience But nobody wants to wait Everybody says we need salvation But nobody wants to be saved The light in the tunnel is just another runaway train The blue skies we wait on Are gonna have to come after the rain All of

Oh yeah, oh yeah. I've got a feeling, a feeling I can't hide Oh no, oh no, oh no. I've got a feeling I've got a feeling, a feeling deep inside Yeah, I've got a feeling. Oh please believe me, I'd hate to miss the train And if you leave me I won't be late

Where the lonely road ends Forever and ever, even today and after Throw the guy a meat bone, put him on a train That's the way it should end Living the outskirts, to forty miles away I kept our picture forever Back in the late fifties we went to the prom

Or stuffed into a cell I'm caught between the feeling Of being pulled apart The Truth of my heart Is like a repressed tale A censored and silenced story Repression or restraint It is a delicate balance

There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted Can't help but wonder what's happenin' to my companions Are they lost or are they found? Have they