Last Train Home - dan le sac, Scroobius Pip

I’m close I’m close I’m there!

With 10 seconds to spare

And now I’m checking for chairs below the threatening stares

I’ve got my ticket, my fare

Now there’s sick in the air

On the last train home, yo I don’t wanna be there

I’ll just pretend I’m on my phone son

Tall, dark and lonesome

Fools spark explosions

Drool marks their clothes on this mechanical Trojan

This journey is no fun

Keep myself to myself to get through this home run

And it’s the same every time

Which plays on my mind

I pray times will find

Escape from this grind

But fate seems inclined

To make this a sign

Maybe I should’ve stayed home tonight

There ain’t no luck in sight

Young mothers ruck 'n' fight

You think you hear disdain in my voice, you’re motherfucking right

Carriage by carriage of disparaging savages

Each passenger manages the maximum damages

On the last train home and I don’t wanna be here

They’re either stinking of weed or they’re stinking of beer

They’re being loud and obscene or they’re sitting in tears

No no this ain’t my scene, yo I don’t wanna be here

On the last train home and I don’t wanna be here

They’re either stinking of weed or they’re stinking of beer

They’re being loud and obscene or they’re sitting in tears

No no this ain’t my scene, yo I don’t wanna be here

City city boys in power suits suits

Try to impose their roles upon the group

They’re drunk and looking to fuel some fear

It’s times like this I wish I didn’t have this beard

See the last train is more stressful than flying

Which ain’t to relaxing for me, I ain’t lying

Since 9/11 this beard ain’t travelled well

Act calm in customs or you’ll end up in a holding cell

«So Mr. «Pip» what’s your reason for travelling today?

«Business?»

«Come this way please sir…»

And when they asked if I was Jihad I said no no no

My passport and my visa I did show show show

Maybe I’m a miserable guy

But everywhere I look I see things I despise

Nah, I swear I ain’t a miserable guy

It’s just everywhere I look I see glazed over eyes

And the girls, man they’re worse than the boys

Ten times as rowdy, ten times the noise

What may have looked good under neon lighting

On the last train home just looks straight up frightening

'Cos all that glitters ain’t platinum

It’s just the smoke and mirrors that’s distracting 'em

They may be fine on their own, but with a pack of them

They terrorize from Tilbury to Dagenham

So I just sit there in silence

The only way to avoid all the violence

Writing rhymes in my mind inspired by them

It’s either that or stand up and fight them

Speak instead of holla

Lead instead of folla

I plead and I implore ya

To leave this drunken squalor

The choice is there before ya

So grab it by the collar

Ah fuck, here’s my stop…

Last train home and I don’t wanna be here

They’re either stinking of weed or they’re stinking of beer

They’re being loud and obscene or they’re sitting in tears

No no this ain’t my scene, yo I don’t wanna be here

Last train home and I don’t wanna be here

They’re either stinking of weed or they’re stinking of beer

They’re being loud and obscene or they’re sitting in tears

No no this ain’t my scene, yo I don’t wanna be here

Last train home and I don’t wanna be here

Last train home and I don’t wanna be here

Last train home and I don’t wanna be here

No no this ain’t my scene, yo I don’t wanna be here

Last train home and I don’t wanna be here

Last train home and I don’t wanna be here

Last train home and I don’t wanna be here

No no this ain’t my scene, yo I don’t wanna be here