I'm close 
I'm close 
I'm there 
With ten seconds to spare 
And now I'm checking for chairs below the threatening stares 
I've got my ticket, my fare and now the stick in the air 
On the last train home yo 
I don't wanna be there 
I just pretend 
I'm on my phone son, tall dark and lonesome 
Ball park explosion, all night it goes on 
This journey is no fun 
Keep myself to myself to finish this home run 
I'ts the same every time which plays on my mind 
I pray time will find escape from this grind 
My mate seems inclined to make this a sign 
Maybe I should have stayed home tonight 
There ain't no luck in sight 
You mothers ruck and fight 
You think you hear disdain in my voice your mother fucking right 
Carriage by carriage the spareging savages 
If the passenger manages the maximum damage is 
On the last train home and 
I don't wanna be here 
They're either stinking of weed or they're stinking of beer 
They're being loud and obscene or they're sitting in tears 
No no this ain't me scene yo 
I don't wanna be here 
Last train home and 
I don't wanna be here 
They're either stinking of weed or they're stinking of beer 
They're being loud and obscene or they're sitting in tears 
No no this ain't me scene yo 
I don't wanna be here 
See the city boys in power suits 
They try to impose their roles upon the groups 
They're drunk and listen to fuel for fear 
At times like this 
I wish I didn't have this beard 
See the last train is more stressfull than flying 
Which ain't to relaxing for me 
I ain't lying 
Since 9/11 this beard ain't travelled well 
Act calm in customs or you'll end up in a holding cell 
So mr pip whats your reason for traveling? 
Business? 
Come this way please 
When they went to war with jihad 
I said no no no 
My passport and my visa 
I did show show show 
Maybe I'm a miserable guy but everywhere 
I look I see things 
I despise 
Nah I swear 
I ain't a miserable guy its just that everywhere 
I look I see glazed over eyes 
And the girls maan, they're worse than the boys 
Ten times as rowdy, ten times the noise 
What might've looked good under neon lighting 
On the last train home looks straight up frightening 
Cos the things that glitter ain't platinum 
It's just the smoke and mirrors distracting em 
They might be fine on their own but with a pack of em 
They terrorise from tillbury to dagenham 
So I just sit there in silence 
The only way to avoid all the violence 
Writing rhymes in my mind inspired by them 
It's either that or stand up and fight them 
Speak instead of hollah 
Lead instead of follah 
I plead and 
I implore ya 
To leave this drunken squallah 
The choice is there before ya 
So grab it by the collar 
Ah fuck it this is my stop...... 
Last train home and 
I don't wanna be here 
They're either stinking of weed or they're stinking of beer 
They're being loud and obscene or they're sitting in tears 
No no this ain't me scene yo 
I don't wanna be here 
Last train home and 
I don't wanna be here 
They're either stinking of weed or they're stinking of beer 
They're being loud and obscene or they're sitting in tears 
No no this ain't me scene yo 
I don't wanna be here 
Last train home and 
I don't wanna be here 
Last train home and 
I don't wanna be here 
Last train home and 
I don't wanna be here 
No no this ain't me scene yo 
I don't wanna be here 
Last train home and 
I don't wanna be here 
Last train home and 
I don't wanna be here 
Last train home and 
I don't wanna be here 
No no this ain't me scene yo 
I don't wanna be here