Hot Rails to Hell - Live at Bond's International Casino, New York City, NY - June 1981

Riding the underground, swimming in sweat
 A rumble above and below
 Hey, cop, don't you know the heat's on alright?
 The hot summer day didn't quit for the night
 Blackened out eyes scratched on the wall
 Stoned outlooks from the crowd
 The king will not know, on the wall it was said
 The flash of his cards was sprayed with red
 12-77 express to heaven
 Speeding along like dynamite
 12-77 express to heaven
 Rumbles the steel like a dogfight
 You caught me in a spell
 Trying to leave, but you know darn well
 The heat from below can burn your eyes out
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 12-77 express to
 12-77 express to
 12-77 express to heaven
 Speeding along like dynamite
 12-77 express to heaven
 Rumbles the steel like a dogfight
 You caught me in a spell
 Trying to leave but you know darn well
 The heat from below can burn
 Yeah, burn
 It's gonna burn your eyes out
 Your eyes out
 Your eyes out
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 Yeah, hot rails to hell
 Come on