On the hard fast train
On the road to gain
Something gets right through to your telling bone
There's a sudden itch
An electric twitch
Sometimes I swear this body's got a mind of it's own
This is the naked truth,
This is the light,
There's only one place left to go:
Auberge, Auberge, Auberge.
You meet the silent type
On a windy trail
With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger
You can talk till you ache
Give yourself one more break
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter
'Cause this is the naked truth
And this is the light,
There's only one place left to go:
Auberge, Auberge, Auberge.
Give me a weekend
Give me a day
Don't like what I'm seeing though I hear what you say
Think with a dagger
And you'll die on your knees
Begging for mercy
Singing: Please Mister, please...
'Cause this is the naked truth
And this is the light,
There's only one place left to go:
Auberge,
Auberge,
Auberge,
Auberge,