In this state of tyrants
They can take everything they want even your own neck
Intimidation is their reflection
Greed is the infection that moves this sick old earth

They would erase my soul
The filth grows every day
They would erase your soul
You're a puppet, a piece of chess

Here comes again
Here is me against the train
Always the same
Attack on train again

At one o’clock, the gold arrives inside the train
That goes to River Phoenix Bank
I take the guns, the guys are my brothers
Together we are the Curly Wolfs band

Take all the gold inside, steal every inch, be a man!
The crowd will claim for us
Runs my horse, eye for an eye ha!
I'm the boss here now

Inside the train smells like a murder
I hit somebody
Somebody hits me now
All goes so fast, metal’s on bags, we made it brothers!
Hurry! It's time to back