[Verse 1 - Pressure]
Early morn, train station, aching from the arthritis,
This war veteran knows what a hard time is,
He needs his pension, dementia and half blind is,
The reason he rides the train with no car license,
So he boards with an expired ticket has a swipe,
Gets a fine ´cause the change he got don´t add up right,
We´re taking about a man who never lived a lavish life,
Caught up in the age of computer chips and satellites,
A lovely lady boards looking tired and half awake,
He smiles, she´s reminds him of his wife that passed away,
She says something as she walks right past his way,
His old hearing aid don´t last quite half the day,
Some young gentlemen alive with their laughter,
Approach the old timer and put a knife to his heart to,
Explain that money or bloods the price of their barter,
To a man whose friends probably died for their fathers.

(taking a train)
(I head toward the train station)
(we´re from a city heroin loves the devils in charge)

Whatever it takes can justify,
Whatever ends we make, whatever the price,
To the end of a life, it´s just an observation,
So take a ride we´re stopping all stations.

[Verse 2 - Pressure]
It´s been a long night the suns lifting on a cold,
Morning but she´s drugged and drunk tripping on her stroll,
On the way home, she´s done with stripping on a pole,
But she can´t pay for her son living on the dole,
Jumps a train puts on her gloves she´s wearing black,
Being watched by some old mug she´s glaring back,
She´s on edge and got the bug from sharing smack,
So she says, "Hey, what the fuck you staring at?"
He smiles, an unsteady hand rubs on his dome,
She takes a seat, a messy band of ruffs board alone,
To the digger with a machete at his lungs and he´s prone,
He can barely stand but ready to stand up for his own,
She tries to help him she doesn´t choose to flee the car,
And catches a blow with enough bruise to leave a scar,
She starts fainting, the rooms moving and seeing stars,
Ain´t it amazing how courageous human beings are?

Whatever it takes can justify,
Whatever ends we make, whatever the price,
To the end of a life, it´s just an observation,
So take a ride we´re stopping all stations,

[Verse 3 - Pressure]
He knows nothing but toil, strife and hard yakka,
Pissed at the world for playing wife in a slammer,
This man was never given a life on a damn platter,
So he jumps a train with knife and bandanna,
Boys at his back, sleazy, hardened and far,
From giving a fuck, an easy target his mark,
He sees an old man and says "See we´ll part with your hard,
Earned cash or rest in peace we can start with your heart?"
Some girl steps not afraid she´s gonna cop it sweet,
And gets decked before she made it even on her feet,
The old man leaped to her aid and to his horror he´d,
Thrusted his chest into the blade of his robber´s piece,
He grabbed the wallet, dropped the knife as he fled the car,
Concerned about the loss of life he´d never went this far,
What´s done is done, he´d got the prize and he´d spent his half,
Of two dollars in change and a pension card.

So take a ride, ´cause we´re stopping all stations.