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I get you water prodigy?
Trying to make friends every day
Until it all comes flooding right back out
The changing room at the Kohl's fitting station

damn well that the shit ain't fitting
Shownuff
Gas station bitches grown as fuck
Got a kid bitch, I don't give a fuck
Let ha lick dick I ain't go for

Orbital space station always hide my name
Orbital space station go ahead till I make
Our space station is waiting , do i have?
My fake station is always

to

Meet me at the station
Meet me at the station
We'll go away
We'll go away
Away

But really, I don't mind
Cus you meet me most of the time
Letters I lost

Yeah
Allow me to give you a grand tour
Of my mind if you don't mind

Welcome to my 37 station of imagination
Where thoughts gossip and somersault

The Setting

Ralph McTell

From Clare to Here: The Songs of Ralph McTell

1996

I will never forget the walk to the station,
Me with your suitcase being brotherly strong.
And trying to make light of the whole situation,
In mild

Radio Station KMG, 187 on your dial
And what I want you to do is tune in
At 5 O'clock and listen to the homeboys
Total K-oss and Go-Mack
They'll gonna be

Shotgun im gunning em
Hit and runs I'm running em
Starvation
Bone thugs
I'm harmating
Flow station
Feet waiting
No time wasting
From god lating
I'm cop

fitting your Image
I'll make it out of the jungle so fuck your statistics and fuck private prisons
Wake up in the morning then I write some shit
Take a look

gas never stop though

Players only love you when they playing
So tune into my station and play me
Well fuck it can you blame me can you blame her?
Can

tell me
There's no honesty unless you play it right
Let's see if I got fight left in me
Or fuck it, singing
Oh oh oh, in lack of fitting words
Oh oh, oh

an additional charge we found to be fitting for this circumstance.”
“Found or created?”
“Found inmate D-7... we found it fair to announce to you for your

Yea
Bou
Aye
Ain't no way I can lose bitch
I went from hopping the gate at the station to hoppin out new shit
Don't need your two cents
I took a risk

Garden patrons
Me? I'd rather rule in hell, sautés for Satan
Work Vikings, gristle on the apron
Hold down my station
Small potatoes like 7-Elevens
And gas

A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

Dead Kennedys

Frankenchrist

1985

In lonely gas stations with mini-marts
You'll find rows of them for sale
Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley
Drink like a vampire 
His

How I Met My Ex

Dave

Game Over

2017

friends first
I dropped her to the station I remember
'Cause we had a conversation for ages about our dreams
And the things that we hadn't seen and all

affection and alienation
keep my footing with some of my friends
while others are changing the station
you want to compete
but I just don't care
throw

affection and alienation 
keep my footing with some of my friends 
while others are changing the station 
you want to compete 
but I just don't care 
throw

Back in the fold like a new pair of boxers, my briefs fitting snuggy hoe I'm feelin lovely 
Back to back doubles like I'm doing numbers
Boutta go hit

stop all that talk cuz my trigger finger itch 
Only trust me, everyone else jump off a bridge

I ain't playing no station
I won't give into the devils

couldn’t quite see
That this life wasn’t going to be a quick fitting
I wanted to be a man but who was I kidding
Papa left me, as a young bull
The cowboy in

protected us from evil
Read us books by Dr. Seuss as the war
in Vietnam raged on and on
So we filled our station wagon up with gas so cheap you could drive

When I was younger, the world
Shined ever so bright
Little did I know that'd change
One faithless night
Every news station showed
Faces of those who

is a water devil.
Feed me water, it says,
or take a ride to a gas station, friend!

I approach the leak,
crawling in a leak creek,
avoiding the call