Liberty, laughing and shaking your head Can you carry the torch that'll bring home the dead? To the land of their fathers whose lives you have lead To the station at the end of the town On the southbound train going down.
Equality, quietly facing the fist Are you angry and tired that your point has been missed? Will you go in the back-room And study the list Of the gamblers using the phone On the southbound train going down
Fraternity, failing to fight back the tears Will it take an eternity breaking all the fears? And what will the passenger do when he hears - That he's already paid for the crown On the southbound train going down.