Letras
Who's the man who always gets enough?
The King of Night Train
Who lives downtown in a styrofoam cup?
The King of Night Train
You see him walking down Second Avenue
A smile on his face and vomit on his shoe
The King of Night Train
Everybody stands up for the man who falls down
Wipe the blood from his nose and polish his crown
The King of Night Train
The King of Night Train
All hail to the King
All hail to the King
All hail to the King
You see him on stage at the Crocodile
That's him in back face down in the drum pile
The King of Night Train
His fame is spreading all across this land
Yeah, from Seattle all the way to Bellingham
The King of Night Train
The King of Night Train
All hail to the King
All hail to the King
All hail to the King
This royal mystery (He's in the gates of hell)
Who thrives on misery (That's his sunny well)
He's something, isn't he?
Who's the man who always gets enough?
The King of Night Train
Who's the guy who never really does much?
The King of Night Train
If raunchiness is bread and wine is his butter
You know the King is one bad-ass motherfucker
King of Night Train
The King of Night Train
All hail to the King
All hail to the King
All hail to the King
All hail to the King
All hail to the King
All hail to the King
All hail to the King