Scroobius Pip - Last Train Home lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 motherf**ing right Carriage by carriage of disparaging savages Each pa**enger manages the maximum damages [Hook] x2 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 [Verse 2] 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 pa**port 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 f**, here's my stop... [Hook] x4