Lyrics:
Now whether you come from yard or whether you come from London
Wanna hear this one on your radio station
Conscious lyrics have to reach number one
Down by the station early in the morning
Met a little girl about as cute as she could be
I turned on my charms and told her that I loved her
I
Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be there by 4:30
'Cause I've made your reservation
Don't be slow
Oh no no
Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be there by 4:30
'Cause I've made your reservation
Don't be slow
Oh no no
no one to spam me all hours of the night
Don't need no one to track me by cell or satellite
Now anyone can reach me 24 hours a day
You might as well
Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be there by 4:30
'Cause I've made your reservation
Don't be slow
Oh no no
If I can do it you can make it too
If I can do it you can make it too
Better now
Waste no time
And hurry up
Around the world
Smoking weed
On the road
the gas station's when I'm feelin cozy
Deliquency in my bloodstream hyperpop as well
And some hypertension when I hear the prod. by baggie bell
Got the ski
With a bad reputation
It's a sign of the nation's decay
But the dog in the station
Doesn't need a vacation
As the people rush by dressed in gray
A DOG
Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be there by 4:30
'Cause I've made your reservation
Don't be slow
Oh no no
Empty, alone, waiting
Everything that didn't kill me
Set me adrift between
Run away, no destination
Greyhound station, release me abomination
Not
setlist
To ever exist?
(YAYYYY!!!)
Greetings Earthly beings!
You have reached
The most entertaining
Radio station in
Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be there by 4:30
'Cause I've made your reservation
Don't be slow
Oh no no
My bad, fada don't
No, no, please
Yo, let him go (yuh mad?)
Yo, run (yo, weh you mek him run for?)
Gunshot run you down like Beverly McDonald
Broadcasting it all over the nations
Broadcasting
To the nations
Broadcasting
By now, just stipulations
No reconciliation
What now? Face the music station
Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be there by 4:30
'Cause I've made your reservation
Don't be slow
Oh no no
favours, brokered deals
Fuelled by hatred, greed and lies I made my move into the sky
Now way up high I make the rules, no need to suffer all the fools
are saying?
Either way, you got a lot of nerve
So I'll be down by The Transfer Station
I know I'm not what you think of
Yeah, I'll be down by
This is your station baby
All I see is strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got
Premature celebration
World with no race or station
Remains unfound
A hymn of damnation
Premature celebration
World with no race or station
Remains unfound
man of an indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again
The sky is falling
Jimmie's standing in
Hey, spread your legs, put my tongue in rotation
Been on my way home, I know you been waitin
You the music to my ears, yeah, my favorite station
Come
to blink no more
she'll maybe pass me
by like a wind
I'm gonna wait somemore
since there is always
a final train
Chasing the right track
that'll probably
one by one
And came back for the popcorn after dinner
Froggy said, "I saw you soaking in a tub of water lilies behind the sea
Sometimes I ask around
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