Текст песни Central Station - Travis

The lady with the fake mustache
She's out of face from smoking hash
She says she's on the game for cash
She tells of two lads yesterday
Who both liked it the normal way
And tells me of her usual pay
Down in Central Station
Waiting on my friend
The girl who works in Casey Jones
She's making meat from broken bones
And answers all the telephones
The old boy who's been on the wine
He reads aloud his broken lines
And tells me that his sun don't shine
Down in Central Station
Waiting on my friend
Down in Central Station
This day will never end
The lady's off to pay her rent
And bitch about the government
With every hour that heaven sent
Casey Jones has closed its doors
They've cleaned the tables, bleached the floors
And the old boy's off to drink some more
Down in Central Station
Waiting on my friend
Down in Central Station
This day will never end
This day will never end