My horoscope told me to throw all my money today to slot machines
Told me I would win
Well I went and pulled the handle
I could see few aces
Heard the winning tune
Then I went to the station, backpack full of chips
And I'm not referring to El Tiempo
The crowd at the station harasses me
Until a hooded man comes from the right
And leaves with my backpack
Meanwhile I'm being pulled
To the train harder than my arm can take
No one is trying to stop
Suddenly I feel a hit on the head
And everything goes through dark to a dimmed light
Hey is that Juice
And is that Irwin
And is this just double life
And Junnu
Walking past the meadow
And Badding will stay resting in the paradise
Little by little my eyes are opening and I see a figure touching
My aching cheek
Ambience is dark, a bit smoky
I hear the train toilet, someone is dropping crap to Imatra rapids
I'm trying to free myself from ties
But the train is going too fast, I'm falling to darkness
Hey that is Albert
And that is Cisse
And Get On is playing louder and louder
And Kirka
Wipes the sorrow from my eyes
When Wall is playing more beautiful than ever
And I got to tell Juice hell, you'll never be out
When guys started to leave
Eyes started to open
And the same soft white room
And hands tied
Ouch