the last train þarký sözü

rain on the brain, now there´s flowers in your window. she,
well, she´s so strange, i don´t know anything about her. but if
it´s all the same to you, here´s what i´m gonna do, i´m gonna
write a song, gonna sing it to everyone, and then i´ll sing it to
you cos it was you that wrote it to. this could be the last train.
seach within yourself for feelings, everybody´s got them. you
left me on the shelf, and now there;s no-one to rely on. but if it´s
all the same to you, here´s what i´m gonna do, i´m gonna buy
a gun, gonna shoot everything, everyone. and then i´m coming
for you, cos it was you that drove me to. this could be the last
train. woo-woo. woo-woo. woo-woo. woo-woo. rear window,
with the room in her hair, and on her jacket there´s a picture of
che guevara, as he sits beneath the tree, but that´s not
important. but he looked a bit like me. if you took all the little
feelings in your heart, and took all those little feelings apart.
oh well now what´s the point in doing all of that?