Outsider; they don’t want me here

I can hear the whistle screeching
as the train gets nearer up the track.
Coming to take me away from here,
this is another place I’m never coming back.
Every time I nearly settle down
I tell myself I’ve had enough of this town…
Coz they don’t want me here
I’m an outsider.
They’re full of hatred, to me that’s plain.
I’m hardly noticed, never trusted
that’s why I have my foot on the leaving train.

Lonely boy, standing at the trackside
watching the trains as they come and go.
Dreaming of the fire that burned and burned and burned;
that was me a long time ago.
On the move again to who knows where,
will I ever find somebody to care?
Coz they don’t want me here
I’m an outsider.
They’re only happy when I’m in their command;
devalued memory; there’s no remedy
except to find my way to the Promised Land.

I can see the smoke pall rising
from the hotel bar I set alight.
That’s where they used to sit and laugh and talk about me,
that’s where they sat – and that’s where they died.
Every time I up and leave a town
I find a place I hate and burn it down to the ground,
coz they don’t want me here
I’m an outsider.
They want their vengeance, they’re hot in pursuit,
and as I hide here, I get to wonder
why my tree of revenge never bears any fruit.

Now I can hear the hound dogs barking
have to make it ‘cross the borderline.
Lights in my face, dogs are snarling,
I let them get too close this time.
No more burning those angry towns
with their dogs and guns they’ve run me to ground..,
But they don’t want me here
I’m an outsider,
Behind their eyes is a furnace of hate.
I feel their heat when, emotions meet and
our hatred joins the line for a never-ending wait.

I can see the staring, ice-cold eyes
of the judge and jury as they sent me down.
They said I was a beast that deserved to fry;
my guilt and their screams are just as bad I’ve found.
Didn’t want to be an animal for them to avenge
I’m just a kid who lost his mam and dad
confused in revenge.
Now they don’t want me here
I’m an outsider.
I’ve learned revenge is a confession of hurt,
I’ve heard it’s sweet, but it don’t fatten me,
it’ll quench their anger like salt slakes my thirst.

Faraway, I hear that whistle blowing
as I pace the floor of this prison cell.
Sometimes I sleep and dream of a home
’til my burning conscience wakes me in hell.
I’m going to catch that leaving train,
the one that crackles and blazes the colour of flame
Coz they don’t want me here
I’m an outsider.
But seeking vengeance is futility
It’s what I craved; now I face the grave
dug for them, waiting for me.