And finally, last but not least, my man, Jono Graham on the guitar. Oh, and I'm Solo. 'Bout to tell you a little story about where I come from in the Inner West of Sydney. Some of the characters you might see around the way. See if you can find something to relate to. Check it out. Yo. Extreme close-up, paint-stained Nautica shorts Three polo caps walking towards me Town hall the backdrop, platform one Five o'clock, so the transit madness has begun I got Bloc Party in my headphones Rubbing shoulders with the A-list strangers till I get home When I spot the a-likes, so I turn it down a bit To catch these kids swagger on some "Me Against the World" shit They're mean mugging at the guards Bragging how they smashing back carriages and crushing in the yards And I can't help but smile as they walk right past me For all the days when I mighta known who they are See I used to fight for that army, no longer sport the uniform But true to form I scribble words on paper all day Old habits die hard Same reason that I'm travelling without a valid ticket or concession card Train enters stage right, all stations Cross the yellow line like we running out of patience Make it inside and find that all the seats are taken Like "Shit man, gonna be a long ride" But I'm homeward bound, take a quick look at those around me Same faces, different day in this ghost town Kings and pawns side by side The modern day slave ship for the nine-to-five Nation, daily grind ritual Each rides with their own private soundtrack to the same visual Disconnected, we move in silence Too afraid to interact with the people beside us Passing through the next stop, two transit cops And they giving out fines if you get outta line Grey dog scare tactics, man, I hate that shit Bite my lip and ride into the evening sky When we hit my sector you can rest assured I'ma be the first to make it out those sliding doors Down the stairs and exit the station Posted up at some traffic lights patiently waiting Looking at the local where I poured drinks for a while Had to leave 'cause the booze hounds were killing the smile But I still check the windows when I walk past Keeping tabs which faction's on the war path Up next on the left is the local skate park Watching the sun set to the west as the trains past The colour of dusk burns over the train line No matter where I roam ain't nowhere like Mainline It's just another day in paradise, think to myself As the underages gather with the parasites Moving on, passing new apartment blocks It's funny how we so advanced now that we live in boxes Take the next left then walk up the street Check the mail, but as usual there's none for me And the first thing I did when I made it inside Picked up my pen and pad, started writing this rhyme Said the first thing I did when I made it inside Picked up my pen and pad, started writing this rhyme The first thing I did when I made it inside Take it away, Jono. Said the first thing I did when I made it inside Picked up my pen and pad, started writing this rhyme It went-