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 Bethlehem, oh lord
Like the star of Bethlehem

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