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The Stoker Words and Music by Spirit of the Ecstasy © 2011 All rights reserved. Stoker
stoker
be
my
friend
stoker stoker in the end stoker stoker need your hand get the carriage through the bent I was late at work that morning our train was heavy loaded locomotive's boiler mourning could be late Stoker stoker took the shovel charging coal is sweaty job that poor guy soon took the towel he went weak Stoker stoker be my friend stoker stoker in the end stoker stoker need your hand get the carriage through the bent Our train was running slow over crunching rusty track on station's roof I saw a crow had to stop Stoker stoker charged again pressure came up rapidly so I thought this is my man had to wait Stoker stoker be my friend stoker stoker in the end stoker stoker need your hand get the carriage through the bent Then we learned a valve was leaking stoker had to work much more shortly later heard his breathing could been warned Finally the light turned green slowly our train went faster blowing big white clouds of steam to the sky Stoker stoker be my friend stoker stoker in the end stoker stoker need your hand get the carriage through the bent Stoker stoker started working charging firebox with coal stupid leaking walve was wasting stoker's mind Stoker stoker turned exhausted since the engine did not run half the tour we had completed much too late Stoker stoker be my friend stoker stoker in the end stoker stoker need your hand get the carriage through the bent Stoker shoveled to by ton through the engine's leaking boiler could not help him had to run goddamned train Short before our destination we had to do the final bent stoker was in worse condition slow his hand Stoker stoker be my friend stoker stoker in the end stoker stoker need your hand get the carriage through the bent On the top I said it's done forget the shovel have a break From his eyes all live had gone for heaven's sake! Later on he left his power stoker did not breathe no more on his grave I laid a flower lost a friend Stoker stoker has been murdered sacrificed without a cause by my word, a reckless order from a louse. |