Tekst piosenki
Inside the Big Apple's subway I slept upon the midnight train I woke to horror and demise What I now call end of the line The Butcher's here The bodies hung and all fileted Inside this Midnight Meat Train I killed the Butcher with his own knife But the true horror had not died Pale cannibals with filed teeth Had come as every night to feast They ate the tounge within my mouth I am the one to serve them now I serve the Fathers of New York Midnight Meat Train
