Verse one: I'm on a night train from Moscow to S:t Petersburg Right outside the wall in the bleeding world Where the biggest band aid can't make the blood stop Part of the Fort but at the same time not In the blooming valleys of hopes and aspiration Dreams are crushed by dope and desperation Cause the west is blinded by the Fort and Corrupted by fame, money and fortune Kids kidnapped by rich pimps So that we can live out our sick dreams Stabbed in the back ? tortured and raped Can't go back home cause they're so ashamed It's a metaphor for the whole process The poor take the losses while we get more profits In a world where the winner takes it all And happiness only appears in sitcoms We're crossing the landscape and forcing the speed The beat is meditative and I'm falling asleep and when I wake up the train is at the station and people rushing out, I hear them questioning life again and again wondering like
Chorus: Why am I here? - I don't know man I'm stuck in limbo Watching how the things go flashing by Why am I here? - You don't know looking out the window In a different lingo asking why Why am I here? - They know ?cause our fingerprints show Or they think so, I travel light Why am I here? - On a night train, on a night train.
Verse two: I'm on the night train from Copenhagen to Berlin Early in the morning, my head hurting from the bourbon She's in the shower, in an hour we're on top of the Fort Where they be shopping for sport, but we be searching For something new with baby steps One day I might take her for a walk down the aisle But there're many rivers to cross and my lady says: Ok, we ain't had the chance to talk for a while And I know you love the feeling of leaving But it don't matter what country or what region of Sweden All we got is us, and this is what I truly believe in. So I don't know about you, but I ain't running I might find freedom in our everyday life and make the most of it We don't know this might take us both out If the train run off the track, crash and burn We sat side by side awaiting our turn! ?and I'm smiling, you're right, but still?
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Verse three: I'm on a night train from Tangier to Marrakech I ain't a rap star here man I don't speak Arabic They looking at me like the hell does he do here But in a curious way To celebrate new year's we had to escape the Fort Living close to the border what are we waiting for? Two hours from Algeciras, Spain - the port the same sunny beaches at the same resorts that wash up refugees that can't get deport Immigration officer fill out a blank report Family: unknown, where to send the corpse? Wanna restart their life instead they end it off And the train keeps running down the line and the world keeps flashing by the window like we're running out of time It's a feeling of freedom mixed with the feeling of being trapped I feel like we travel to beat the map Stop the time, slam thee breaks, jump out the frame find a new place without a name New, at least to the white man, untouched and clean I soon find out man, ain't no such thing And the further we travel it begins to unravel how the Europeans always wanted to be thee king of the castle And how it affects all continents ? how we lost respect and all common sense And the question remains:
Why am I here? ? I don't know man I'm stuck in limbo watching how the things go passing by. Why am I here? ? You don't know sitting by the window in a different lingo asking why: Why am I here? ? They know ?cause our fingerprints show or they think so, I travel light. Why am I here? ? On the night train, well all right then, on the night train? come on!
Outtro: On the night train, well all right then, on the night train ? On the night train, well all right then, on the night train? come on! On the night train, well all right then, on the night train?