He gave the people hope and purpose,
Built a place called Camelot,
And we were the wide-eyed innocents 'til somebody had him shot.
He's been long gone, too long gone,
You know his name, now he's riding on the bullet train.
"I have a dream," said the black man, "when we'll all study war no more,"
"Equality," he said, "for everyone here,"
Then they shot him on the second floor.
He's been long gone, too long gone,
You know his name, now he's riding on the bullet train,
Riding on the bullet train,
Riding on the bullet train,
Riding on the bullet train.
He bought her a gun for protection, she kept it on the closet shelf,
Their little child found it one fateful day,
No, he never meant to kill himself.
He's been long gone, too long gone,
It's a crying shame, now he's riding on the bullet train,
Riding on the bullet train,
Riding on the bullet train,
He's riding on the bullet train.
Say a prayer for the dearly departed who left this old world all too soon,
There's a lot of poor souls on the bullet train, but, Lord knows, they got more room.
Riding on the bullet train,
Riding on the bullet train,
Riding on the bullet train.
Thinking of all the innocent bystanders killed by the gang-war strays,
Think of the mothers and the babies,
Now throw the bloody guns away.
Oh, long gone, too long gone,
And we're all to blame,
We gotta stop the bullet train,
Riding on the bullet train,
Riding on the bullet train,
Riding on the bullet train,
Riding on the bullet train,
Riding on the bullet train,
Riding on the bullet train,
Train,
Train,
Train,
Riding on the bullet train,
Riding on the bullet train,
Riding on the bullet train,
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