She likes to eat the skin

The boilers gone all wrong,
The linesman like to smoke and lets the train keep going,
Lets the train keep rolling

And when it floats away,
That bridge was never safe whats all the town folks say,
Now the towns folk pray

That we, will rise on up to the sky,
Rest in the gaze of the lord on high,
There ain't no lord on high

She likes to eat the skin, to fall in love with angels of the morning,
Sings a while

While we, will rise on up to the sky,
Rest in the gaze of the lord on high,
There ain't no lord on high

And we, will rise on up to the sky,
Rest in the gaze of the lord on high,
There ain't no lord on high