© 2013

They herded us down to the station
Straight onto the cattle train
We ain't been told our destination
But We know we won't be back this way again
So tell me how, how in God's name, will the saints ever find us
When the trap clicks shut behind us

They locked the doors and you and I
We were packed like sardines in a tin
There ain't no room to sit or lie
We're just waiting here for our journey to begin
So how the hell, in the good Lord's name, will the saints ever find us
When the trap clicks shut behind us

Take care not to suffer in your own homes what has been
Inflicted on us here
Heed the lesson well and always remember don't let
The memory dissapear

We rode for days in that railway car
No fod or water or light to see
and no one hears our scream and cries
When they take our lives They'll set us free

So tell me how, how in God's name, will the saints ever find us
So I'll tell you now, and with no shame, that death will never bind us
When the trap clicks shut behind us