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Train I Was Taking lyrics by Skinner Pilot

Depart the holiday room
A place for rest and leisurely tests
Depart the holiday room
Where nothing challenging happens too soon

Find the right train following the right track
Through the turnstiles
Don’t even look back

All the homely people are out on the streets
We’re all hungover and without a scene
All the strung out are out on the streets
Even for a day it’s a democracy
New York City holds many tastes
Taste your own tongue
To seize the day
Means another possession won

I should’ve left an hour ago
I can’t afford to take any of it home

I’m gonna keep a written record
I’m gonna go to your hometown
Your hometown is a fucking joke
Your hometown is a fucking joke
It’s falling off at the edges
And caving in the middle
It’s falling off at the edges
And caving in the middle

Do you know what you need to survive
Do you know what you need
Do you know what you need to survive
Do you know what you need

Put the mop in the bucket
Wring out the mop
Run a dirty sponge over a dirty fork
Run a dirty sponge over a dirty fork
Put the mop in the bucket
Wring out the mop
Run a dirty sponge over a dirty fork
Run a dirty sponge over a dirty fork
Wring out the mop
My plea ‘No contest’
Both parties agree ‘No Contest’