Nightliner Songtext
von Powertrane

Might have been France, might have been Spain
It happened somewhere on the Mediterranean
I woke up to a fantastic vision
They were singing my song on a bus sound system
Runaway slaves rafting through the night
Marcus took it on himself some new verse to write
Three weeks on a hellhound bus
Three corpse in a cloud of dust

Welcome to my nightlife road

Take a seat, take a bunk

Ain′t seen a laundry in twenty-one days


Don't mind the haze, don′t mind the funk
First night on the road we had to push it to work
Later on we watched Melbourne's dirt
We melted the cables that night in Berlin
On the Mediterranean went for a swim
Visions of stars dancing in your head
Forget gold and platinum, now it's silver or lead
It′s a long hard road to fight the good fight
We′re all runaway slaves disappearing in the night

Welcome to my nightlife road

Come on, take a seat, take a bunk
Ain't seen a laundry in twenty-one days
Don′t mind the haze, don't mind the funk

Don′t mind the haze, don't mind the funk
Might have been France, might have been Spain
It happened somewhere on the Mediterranean
I woke up to a fantastic vision
They were singing my song on a bus sound system
Runaway slaves rafting through the night
Marcus took it on himself some new verse to write
Three weeks on a hellhound bus
Three corpse in a cloud of dust

Welcome to my nightlife road
Come on, take a seat, take a bunk
Ain′t seen a laundry in twenty-one days
Don't mind the haze, don't mind the funk
Don′t mind the haze, don′t mind the funk