On the hard fast train
   On the road to gain
   Something gets right
   through to your telling bone
   Here'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
  
   You meet a 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
   This is the naked truth...
  
   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
   This is the naked truth...