Trapped inside this stinking train
People off from work, off from class
Too much crowd, heating arguments
It's not their land, so no trouble here
Step aside, we are the locals here
Give not a chance, a politician barked
Who do you keep your respect for, huh?
Another lane, another sinking ship

Just a drop of whisky will cheer him up
He believed in it, poured a quarter cup
Tasted good, felt better, lightened head
Some dark grapes for a touch, he said
He looked around, saw me staring at him
All this people worried about the whining
Sparked from his friend, just for a seat
He had to cool the heat down for now