Down at the station, she bangs her jail bars.
I'm supposed to be on a date tonight.
Down at the station, she bangs her jail bars.
To meet a woman under the bus stop wearing a blood-colored dress.
Down at the station, she bangs her jail bars.
Going to the Opera her choice.
Down at the station, she bangs her jail bars.
Her choice, not mine.
Down at the station, she bangs her jail bars.
Goddamn, the chief called me for work.
Down at the station, she bangs her jail bars.
Couldn't call her so I went down to the station.
Down at the station, she bangs her jail bars.
I never felt more shitty when I saw her there.
Down at the station, she bangs her jail bars.
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