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