Another day
On a hill
With the worms
Ears filled
I go down to the 7-Eleven to get the mint green eggs next to the off-brand cream cheese
When me and the cashier make eye contact
And he breaks the seal that locked my comfort and security
And I guess that’s why I don’t go at night
My mother works at the train station
My father works at the train station
My brother works at the train station
And even I work at the train station
And we are not really higher-ups
And we just like thе smell of phosphorous
And this facility is brick and stone
So you can’t knock down our holy home
Our living spacе is so tight and cold
Leave him alone, he’s doing what he’s told
And tension’s growing in the thinning air
He grips the folds of his underwear
And it’s her memory in what we lack
Founded upon a base of a thousand cracks
I’m sipping steam from engines to and fro
Mouthwash, brothers blow
Another day
Without a meal
With the worms
Skinned, peeled
I went down to the 7-Eleven once more to plant a seed onto the mint green eggs in which my bosom shows a group of sirens waiting
And in that moment I felt a bunch of shame
Christ… can you… please…
I need…
My mother worked at the train station
My father worked at the train station
My brother worked at the train station
And even I work at the train station
And we are not really higher-ups
We just like the smell of phosphorous
And this facility is brick and stone
So you can’t knock down our holy home
Our living space is so tight and cold
Leave him alone, he’s doing what he’s told
And tension’s growing in the thinning air
He grips the folds of his underwear
And it’s her memory in what we lack
Founded upon a base of a thousand cracks
I’m sipping steam from engines to and fro
Mouthwash, brothers blow
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Pudgel Lyrics – Train Station