The Conductor Grin

He walks the aisle with a polished cane While we're all shivering in the driving rain He's got a badge made of fool's gold light Deciding who is wrong and who is right He checks the pulse of the weary crowd Keeping us quiet while he talks so loud He promises a view of the promised land With a stack of papers in his bloodless hand Stay in your box and don't look out That's the only law he's talking about You think he's leading?

You think he's wise? Just look at the static in his hollow eyes He's got the lever, he's got the key He sells the chains and calls it free Yeah, he's watching Oh, he's watching Behind the mask of the conductor's grin The game is rigged before you even begin He's feeding the fire with our hopes and dreams While the engine's tearing at the rusty seams He smiles at the crash, he smiles at the sin God, I hate the look of the Conductors grin We're stoking the furnace, we're breathing the cold He's taken a percentage of every soul He says the schedule is a sacred thing But he's just a puppet on a golden string The tracks are broken, the bridge is gone But he keeps telling us to carry on Keep your head down Don't you make a sound The king of the train is wearing a crown of glass Behind the mask of the conductor's grin The game is rigged before you even begin He's feeding the fire with our hopes and dreams While the engine's tearing at the rusty seams He smiles at the crash, he smiles at the sin god I hate the look of the conductor's grin He's watching you He's counting you Just another number on the floor