Lyrics:
Standing out by the station
Waiting for the clouds to part
It's been a very long time
You understand my frustration
And I can see the end in
holding by will paint a picture of a kinder, gentler war.
And our good scenes that have no ending.
One that leaves us standing at the gates with broken
I can strum a little, I can hold a chord
This ain't the gospel and I ain't the lord
I'm no holy roller, but for what it's worth
My freedom's
The kids from Station Street
Don't play 'round here no more
She doesn't exactly understand
But it's something to do with the war
So she
through a rocky period with me
Misunderstation, you said you didn’t feel loved,
understood nor seen by me no more
but you should feel the way my heart rate
'Destruction' to me
Told me it was coming soon
Sharky taught me patience
Marcus bought me stations
Back to back with Kano
Had me working on my cadence
One fine summer’s morning
Just as day was dawning
I sailed out of Galway to cross the wild sea
My home left behind me
No friends to stand by me
she pulls him aside
She's taking his hand, She looks in his eyes
She's steppin' in close, So no one can hear
Then she whispers in his ear
She says
stations now
Stop hesitaing and contemplating the way we paitient
Start motivating and get them playin the shit we sayin
Ain't no delayin in this war that we
to the rim with black model-c chicks
They all talk slick so I talk slick back
Packed blue skies that hurl hair back
My radio is high drive right by
Aint no big
and I'll kiss you right back|Break your heart|Give it to me|Take me to a drive-in movie||Take me on a long vacation|Outbound from an old train station
By the station side, trying to buy some time
Stubbed out his cigarette, gazes on down the line
Was kinda late in Spring but it felt like Winter was
I'm flying down this highway
Flying down this highway
In the fast lane I'm speeding by
Swerve left and right as I fly
They can't catch me before I
I’m gonna sell off everything I own
I’m sold on you and I can pay by phone
Maybe someday I won’t be so alone
Can you hear my dial tone
What d’ya expect
we laid to rest in the back of the station wagon, the Nevada was clear but cold, by the light of a lone casino. The morning will lead us west,
to touch our wears
Pushing
Their girls to talk to us like, "Go, go
Go over there" ("OK!")
"Hug his body and get the autograph" By
The time he tried to holler
this cheatin
Alduteratin’
For good reason
I’ve been enticed by the thrill
Though it don’t do me no good
But I ain’t gonna spend my time
Worried
In the city of eternal war
Some fought with no sword or gun
In the city of eternal war oh lord
Nineteen and thirty-one
They built those big ships
to see the world
Through different eyes
Then I moved to London
By the age of Cameron
I was stood at Brixton station
Holding a phone against cops' faces
The last train out of town hall station leaves at 1:45 in the morning
I jump in and grab a seat just before they give the fifteen minute warning
Two
Give me a try I'm the medicine man
Give you something good
When no one else can
Felt unwell since the Gypsy left
Found a cheap motel
One last room
the guns were put down and the killing stopped
White paint peeling in the Northern sun
Rusting fire hydrants by the B.A. Station
The homes still stand
Cathedral to the congregation
Congregation, rise and let us pray
'Cause I'm rotatin' with my true playa partner by the name of IDK
We tryna figure
sadly mistaken if you think my Aryan race
can be taken out by the likes of you Apes, Kikes
conservative nigga loving Gooks, Spooks, and Dykes
My Spikes,
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