Bottles on the Tracks

by Nick Jaina

vinegar and salt
they say that it’s my fault
that the train jumped the tracks
if I could I’d take it back
and you say that pain is something in your heart
that you can’t fix
I know what you mean
I’ve felt that way since I was sixteen

and when I was a boy
my daddy was a senator
I watchÛed him when he slept
I used to be so proud
and then he tried to stick
his dick into America
I never screamed so loud
when I cursed him out

and when the trains come I put bottles on the tracks
I like the smash and the clickety-clack

I pitched my tent
they blamed me for the accident
the train was my house
the tracks were the way back home

and when the trains come I put bottles on the tracks
I like the smash and the clickety-clack

© 2006 Nick Jaina