The Last Train (Feat. Shing02)

‘Cause if you miss the last train then you’re stuck ‘till the first In a land where there’s no last call for alcohol Kids in the hall will get crushed ‘till their heads burst Fingers out of focus with the deep thirst For hydration libation line up like a patient Waiting for a shot from a medic occupation Such is life afterhours under pass tracks The barracks called clubs And cig butts fill the cracks I ask the operator don’t use the smoke machine go easy on the lights with the maximum sheen I tell the kid in the front row to put it out And he’s the first one to flick a lighter no doubt we building castles in the clouds with the guards gone even the ghosts join the party and you know it’s on unless I take a cab back to the hotel or made the last train after all so don’t tell I’m on that first train getting in I’m on the last train leaving I’m on that first train getting in I’m out of breath barely breathing I’m on that first train getting in I’m on the last train skipping town I’m on that first train getting in This is my life so believe it the years ’03 first tour in Japan rocking shows in Tokyo taking photos with fans next stop Tohoku region where I’ll be meeting Gaggle Dj Mitsu the Jazzy Sport family in Sendai city population 1 mill who knew in 5 years this bustling city would be still but now its alive and well with every street's filled students in uniform black suits dropping bills painting izakaya’s ebony boredom's the enemy they glance as we pass lugging merch up the mezzanine sound check mic check the shows wrecked sake and Gy?tan before the sun sets a couple hours of sleep and we're off to the next leaving behind snow and clouds of fog from my breath we board the train So another day under the belt another one for the books job like no other let’s get this show on the road I can wake up not knowing where I am sometimes I’m so tired forgetting who I am then it comes back when my dream disappears like a screensaver game of life time to pack and jam