Text: Kurt Vile. Freak Train.

Go ahead tell me Hello or Fuck you
Whatever introduction suits you
I ain't tryin to fight
I'm just tryin to ride this train to make it home tonight

Hey I don't get it kid
are you tryin to break my nose?
Or just stand around and stare me down in calm?
Where the hell do you get off anyway?

Well there's people out there who tell you lies
They get off on giving wrong direction
Well fabrication's my best friend but I ain't never been so insulted in my whole life

Ridin' on the freak train,
Train, train, train
Well there's a whole new story there

Let it hang out like you just don't care and drag it everywhere

One day I'm gonna get me enough gold to get me where I wanna go comfortably
They say sellin (??) is a little faster but now it's freaks howlin' Woo get off of me!
There's a man with hands for every finger, claimin he's a folk singer
And he's worryin about his nails, he could ride the ride the rails