Lyrics

Well I died in Penn Station tonight, oh Lord Well I died in Penn Station tonight, oh Lord In Penn Station tonight With a toothbrush and a comb Five dollars and dead cell phone, oh Lord No photo I.D No past to torture me, oh Lord No past to torture me Well I died in Penn Station tonight, oh lord Well I died in Penn Station tonight, oh lord In Penn Station tonight Oh, how sweetly I do sleep On the bathroom tile where the porters sweep With a nickel in my hand Like the star of Bethlehem, oh lord Like the star of Bethlehem And I know on track number seven There's a train to take me to heaven, Lord But a faster train's coming near That the devil engineers, oh Lord That the devil engineers Well I died in Penn Station tonight, oh lord Well I died in Penn Station tonight, oh lord In Penn Station tonight And I know on track number seven There's a train to take me to heaven, Lord But a faster train's coming near That the devil engineers, oh Lord That the devil engineers