| 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, 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 |
| 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, again |
| 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 |
| Here comes again |
| Here is me against the train |
| Always the same |
| Attack on train again, again |
| Again! |