Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord In Penn station tonight With a toothbrush and a comb Five dollars and a dead cellphone, oh Lord No photo ID No past to torture me, oh Lord No past to torture me Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord In Penn station tonight Oh, how sweetly I do sleep On the bathroom tile where the porters sweep With a nickel in my hand Like the star of Bethlehem, oh Lord Like the star of Bethlehem And I know on track number seven There's a train to take me to heaven, Lord But a faster train's coming near Got the devil engineers, oh Lord Got the devil engineers ♪ Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord In the Penn station tonight And I know on track number seven There's a train to take me to heaven, Lord But a faster train's coming near Got the devil engineers, oh Lord Got the devil engineers