Alright, listen up, ya drongos. Fake passport, real name – who gives a toss? Bombay found me, and I called it the boss. Prabaker laughed, said "mate, you look like trouble." I said "trouble's my middle name — now pass the rubble." Shantaram! Shantaram! I'm a ghost with a grin and a stolen name! Shantaram! Shantaram! Bombay burns, but I still play the game! Slum clinic, bloody hands, a girl who plays with knives. Khaderbhai's a legend, but I'm the one who survives. Karlaa said "you're crazy," I said "crazy's all I've got." The city eats the weak alive — but I'm still bloody hot. Shantaram! Shantaram! I'm a ghost with a grin and a stolen name! Shantaram! Shantaram! Bombay burns, but I still play the game! They built a prison for my bones, but they forgot my head. I walked through fire, made a home inside the fire's thread. Every scar I earned is a medal I can show. The street taught me one thing: you reap what you don't sow. "Sometimes you gotta break a life to save a soul." Yeah, she said that. Then she stole my wallet. Classic Bombay. Shantaram! Shantaram! I'm a ghost with a grin and a stolen name! Shantaram! Shantaram! Bombay burns, but I still play the game! Shantaram! Shantaram! You can cage the man, but not the flame! Shantaram! Shantaram! I came for peace — I left the same! Shantaram, mate. Peace out.
