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Greasy cold December rain

We're cooped up in this dirty train

We lost all our home, our faith, our love, our lives

Where shall we be taken lord?

Coldness creeps into the filthy clothes

Where are we going? No one knows

We all cry, we pray, some die, give up themselves

Why am I here? Answer me!

The iron prison's moving now

The smell of defecation makes me feel sick somehow

Ragged dressed man are wriggling in the straw

One is banging mad his head against the bars

I'm deeply shocked, don't realize a thing

In a corner one is masturbating

Iron bars are rushing through the night

Train of tears carries despaired freight

Uniformed guards lock the door

Stinking water in an old tin can

Rats and cockroaches on the filthy floor

After a while the train stops again

In are pushed a few man more

Round me it's dark and I swoon then

Iron bars…

A thousand men share the same fate

Will they be set free or is it all too late?

The train is rollin', rollin'…

Iron bars…

In the distance burn dim lamps

Oh no it's another camp

We all see watchtowers, the smoke

Barbed wire, the dead

Greasy cold December rain