This tunnel smells like cigarettes, dirt and tar
I often wish that he leads me out to the sea
But in this subterranean tangle
Don't exist any way to the freedom
With thousands we rumble forward
Like pigs in a truck to she slaughter house
Tight together skin to skin
And just want back in our bed
Refrain
Driving Subway
Driving Subway
Subway
It's Monday morning and we have a bad view
This time is more than unfair
Out of the bed through the bed in the wagon
And no one is having mood for that
We're banker, schooler, junkies, inspectors
We're killer, beggar, state secretaries
In the stomach of the subway we're all the same
Shutted eyes and the faces pale
Refrain
And we're stuck between Kotti
Day and Spree
Our bladders and our throats hurting
We're searching for the Emergency exits
In the direction of the light
Between 1000 volt and balance
And we're surrounded from train tracks
We're silent and quiet
There in the far is coming a yellow train - Warning!
He's honking