Chorus: Oh Mighty engine, of good intention You?re purring softly beside me Grinding gently inside me Tapping totally madly...for you Verse 3: Cindy writes of kerosene and broken bottles Says the troubles were a part of someone?s childhood But she can?t get past the point where someone?s dying It?s pretty minor A pithy liner should sort it out But he won?t die he just mucks about, oh it?s so hard Verse 4: Now we?ve broken out the gin, it helps her thinking And given into sin, we?re breathi (guitaretab.com)