| There’s a touch o' rain to greet the train
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| Where it coughs up all its contents on the town
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| From near and far, they’ll hug the bar
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| And the talk gets cheap and nasty by the hour
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| The only kiss they’d ever cared for was the bottle
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| And they’ll fall into a methylated love until whenever
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| To run from your shadows half the battle
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| And they’ll sit &mutter bitter little words about the weather
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| Or whatever
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| And the bus floor bottles ring
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| While the drunks are tryin' to sing
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| And I can’t feel a thing beneath me
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| Though he combs the bins for empty tins
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| They say that he’s got a fortune stashed away
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| And when they toss him out that means the boss is in
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| Or else they’d let him stay
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| The rain rolls down the window
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| Falls like shells on the horizon
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| Giving rise to all his memories of home
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| Where sirens aren’t such pretty things and the fear so paralysin'
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| It could turn the air you breathe into stone
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| And the bus floor bottles ring
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| While the drunks are tryin' to sing
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| And I can’t feel a thing beneath me
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| And the bus floor bottles ring
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| While the drunks are tryin' to sing
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| And I can’t feel a thing beneath me
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| The kids run feral up and down the street
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| And meet their friends for life, or so they swear
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| And the bright young man sings 'Kick the can'
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| Walking hand in hand with his love to god knows where
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| She says 'this is killin' me, it’s been for a year or three,
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| I’ve gotta get away, good luck, take care'
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| 'Cos the wind’ll rattle and the wind’ll roar
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| But the shit’ll only settle at the poor folks' door 'round here
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| I swear
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| And the bus floor bottles ring
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| While the drunks are tryin' to sing
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| And I can’t feel a thing beneath me
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| And the bus floor bottles ring
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| While the drunks are tryin' to sing
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| And I can’t feel a thing beneath me
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| And the bus floor bottles ring
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| While the drunks are tryin' to sing
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| And I can’t feel a thing
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| And the bus floor bottles ring
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| While the drunks are tryin' to sing
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| And I can’t feel a thing beneath me |