Penn Station (The Felice Brothers)

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 bethleham, oh lord Like the star of bethleham 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