The Third Rail Lyrics

The Third Rail lyrics

Dear Mr. Good I'm writing to tell you about my child

He's in the fifth grade and very dangerous

He thinks he's smarter than you and I and everybody else



So play him as a Maestro would play a cheap violin

Let him think he's the ringleader

Then in mid-circus pull the rug out from under him



My fear is that he's nearing the third rail

He's kneeling to another angry idol

And I can see it as his face is getting pale

That he's on his way out of this world



This sudden spat of insanity - needs a good fat dose of humility

Otherwise a dictator will arise in class and rule by fear

So before he gets too old to know what we're doing right now

Before he gets too old to turn a deaf ear - turn it back my way



My fear is that he's nearing the third rail

He's kneeling to another angry idol

And I can see it as his face is getting pale

He's getting nowhere on no one's referrals

Getting nowhere on no one's referrals



He's on his way out of this world