Train کے بول

There's a man riding this train With a black white cat A slipper and a shoe, and he's looking straight at you And he lifts the tip of his hat, and he says Greetings to you, I've got something to sell My travelling companion through hell It's music in a box and voices in your head A link between the living and the dead I know you from before we were born I know you from before we were born I know you from before we were born I know you from before we were born And the man lifted his shirt And showed a hole in his back A faded old tattoo, and it looked exactly like you And the whole wide world went black