TRAIN TO THE TOP OF THE WORLD    

The train to the top of the world, josticks line the track
Opium-scented anti-macassars, buddhas in the luggage racks
It's far, far better than Central Trains, ascending the up line
The zen train to Lhasa Central, snaking to the sky

We will mend it, we will send it, we will stick it with glue.
We will stick it, every little bit of it, we will make it like new

Chanting the network closedown, entranced to the end of the line
Things keep on going round and round on Tibetan circle lines
Happy clap to your destination, high altitude buffer stops
The sky train to Lhasa Central, ascending to the top

We will mend it, we will send it, we will stick it with glue.
We will stick it, every little bit of it, we will make it like new

Non stop - straight to the top. We're going non stop - straight to the top
The driver's meditating, the guard's levitating, the passengers are all shaking
They're all scared shitless, high altitude sickness, the platform staff are still waiting
The conductor's trying to stop his yogic flying, the train indicators are lying
They broke down early on this spiritual journey, the passengers are all vying
To get a window seat, they're dead upon their feet, every station passed they drop a heart beat
Forget the window seat, they're dead upon their feet,
Every station passed the heart stops beating