The Third Rail Lyrics - Singles - The Bogmen

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 like 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 

Getting nowhere on no one's referrals 

Getting nowhere on no one's referrals 

He's on his way out of this world 

He's on his way out of this world 

He's on his way