new train Far away from this world of pain The friends that greet me will be simple and plain When I step down from that new train New train, new train
know. And well, I don't wanna smoke this bong, and I don't wanna sing this song, but we've all got obligations, don't you know. Well, I've been lost
Prijevod: Lost Proroci. Last Train Home.
ride this train All the winners and the losers, get on and ride this train All the smiling and the cryin' ones, get on and ride this train All the restless
train Far away from this world of pain The friends that greet me will be Simple and plain When I step down from that new train New train, new train.
tonight When everyone's under the gun Just smile and hum along So over it just a well-trained pack The same old song I can say you were lost When you
a lot of niggas do gang bang And if we run trains, we all in the same game Runaway slaves all on a chain gang Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Have you lost
the fun On the carousel, so around I spun With no directions just tryna get some Tryna chase skirts, living in the summer sun This is how I lost more
that, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit I tried to warn 'em You don't wanna double cross us Haven't you heard how many guy they lost
On the carousel so around I spun (spun) With no directions just tryna get some (some) Tryna chase skirts, living in the summer sun (sun) This is how I lost
On a carousel, so around I spun With no direction, just trying to get some Trying to chase skirts, living in the summer sun And so I lost more than I
who's funny, a bitch who ain't A bitch who can sing, a bitch who can't A bitch who loves fuckin' on a airplane I even got a bitch off Soul Train I got
us out Where is Ice T, he's got the socks and more pigeons up here Evilyn lost the fuckin' records Now it's show time, time to flow time Evil lost the
I was on but I think it grows in Oregon So I kept on going, going on right through I drove into Seattle rain, fell in love then missed the train That
that im finally free im 'bout to do it again i take my life with my hands cause im a grown ass man (im a grown ass man) now that im finally free i was lost
scenes. A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems. And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love. As song and chance develop time, lost
