[bad word] again my baby
Well the water ain't my brand
That god [bad word] demon booze
Forever hunting
Sitting on my shoulder
Talking to my inner self
Well, let's forever feed that rebel monster 

Well here we go again [bad word] are set
And let us stay on [bad word] train
Forever pumping – No ink on papers
To show the [bad word] who I am
Let's forever be that rebel monster 

Forever let the train [bad word] Without breaks
To a place like nothing else
feeling out of tears
They came from everywhere
To see [bad word] train
Wishing they were part of it 

Duka duka duka bunga bunga
Just hold on because
The train went up in the air
and crashed to the ground
Boiled in blood my baby
With a broken leg and arm
Let's forever bleed that rebel monster 

They came across the land
To get the lying train back on track
And worked for days
The sun were burning them
Someone stayed and someone left
But now [bad word] again to a place
Like nothing else