Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Footscray Station, artist - Camp Cope. Album song Split, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 19.01.2017
Record label: Poison City
Song language: English
Footscray Station |
As you kissed me under the influence that night |
It was Christmas Eve |
You said to me that I was the strangest creature |
That you had ever seen |
We made love on dirty laundry, awkwardly |
Listening to David Bowie |
And you closed your eyes |
And I said goodbye |
And all my life, I’d never heard a man |
That can make a guitar sound like the way you can |
Oh, I saw a cross on the wall |
Found myself in St. Vincent’s Hospital |
Screaming, «I don’t wanna die in this place |
Don’t wanna leave this world in such a state» |
I always knew it was never my fate |
'Cause the only constant we’ve ever known has been change |
And our house got robbed again |
They stole Tom’s bike and a GPS |
And I’m running home again |
From Footscray Station |
And don’t bother stealing my wallet |
Because I’m still earning minimum wage |
And don’t even bother stealing my phone |
Because the screen’s cracked anyway |
And everything I ever cared for before |
Was lost in the fire so long ago |
And I moved away from home |
Ended up outside Franco Cozzo |
When you closed the door behind you |
It sounded like you couldn’t wait to leave |
Well, I know I’m not that stupid |
Please don’t try to patronise me |
Now you’ve made your bed |
Now let her fuck you up in it |
And fuck you over in it |
And fuck you around in it |
All over and over and over |
And over again |
Now there’s blood on Scott Morrison’s hands |
There’s a rally in the city if you want to meet there |
And I’m running as fast as I can |
To Footscray Station |
The sky is stained by the city |
Yeah, it’s not pretty but it’s exactly what it deserves |
Oh, you know that the sky is stained by the city |
Yeah, it’s not pretty but it’s exactly what it deserves |
And our house got robbed again |
They stole your phone and the cigarettes |
From our cozy little nest near Footscray Station |
Well, the walls are paper-thin |
And the trucks are loud, so I can sing |
Well, I want to be here more than anything |
And then there’s you |
And lentils too |