Train and the Briefcase

Blame is a briefcase
And life is a train
Jake didn't want the former
So he handed me the blame

Well, I didn't like that
So I gave it to Claire
But she didn't want that briefcase
And told me it wasn't fair

So I took it back and gave it to George
Who shoved it in Amy's face
Amy gave hated him for that
And gave it back to Jake

"Alright," said the train conductor
"I've had it with this game.
"Someone needs to take that briefcase
"And step off of this train."

We all looked at each other
Who deserved to die?
Surely, it couldn't be me
But that's what we all thought inside

Then someone stepped from the shadows
I believe it was the Son of God
Well, he grabbed that briefcase
And with a loving "farewell," he got off.