Letra Murdertrain a comin' (album version) Dethklok

Murdertrain a comin' (album version)

Here comes the soul collecting train of murder a-comin'
It longs to take your putrid blackened soul away from you

Your face will leave your rotting head, in the early morning
Your guts will leave your corpse, your spine will break and crack in two

It cannot be stopped
The train is fueled by chopped bodies
Filled with sorrow
There is no tomorrow

Ticket is your life
Ended by a knife
Called the murder train
Eternity of pain

Oh yeah, you know what I'm talking about

There is no escape but death
Your life is just
A murder train a comin'

Alright, you ready Skwissgaar?
(Yeah)
Now play me some blues.

(Here goes nothin')
[Start solo]
(I'ves never beens so depressed as my life right nows!
Boy, I really am playinks dem blues!
How 'bout a little bit of dis!
Oh, yeah!
You knows it!
Mans, listens to the feel behinds dis!
Yeah!)
[End solo]

Ok. Hold it. Hold on for-hold on for one second.

(Hey looks its Mashed Pattatos Johnson!)
(Hey, dude, Mashed Pattato Johnson!)
(Oh, wowie, how's it goin' Mashed Pattato Johnson?)

Hi, boys. I thought you might have forgotten about good old Mashed Pattato Johnson.

(No, we haven't forgotten about yous.)
(Dude, no way.)

Now, I was listenin' to your playin' Skwissgaar, (Yeah?) and I think you might have-you might have forgotten a couple lessons about dem blues.

(So's who cares?)

Now listen to this,
Baaaa.
Yeah, Yeah.
Bobo, do da daaay hey, hey. (Ha! A grampa's guitars)
Bobo (Haha, grampa's guitar) hey-ay-ay.
I say hey,
I got blues.
And I'm Mashed Pattato Johnson. Yea-ah
Alright boys, ya'll know what you're doin'.
I'm gonna let myself out of here.
Dethklok Rules!

Here comes the soul collecting train of murder a-comin'
It longs to take your putrid blackened soul away from you

Your face will leave your rotting head, in the early morning
Your guts will leave your corpse, your spine will break and crack in two

It cannot be stopped
The train is fueled by chopped bodies
Filled with sorrow
There is no tomorrow

Ticket is your life
Ended by a knife
Called the murder train
Eternity of pain

(Hey was that Mashed Pattato Johnson back there?)
Yeah it was.
(I shoulda said hi.)
Yeah...

There is no escape but death
Your life is just
A murder train a comin'

This is the most depressing thing I've ever heard in my entire life.
Good work, boys.