Station 195 by Toxic Field Mice Lyrics
I can fuck it up if it was that remedy
Trip into the wall, disguise for personality
Raped by the fortune of knowing bad luck shines on my face that I’m showing
Recent news that the freak state is still alive
We’ll all hop in the saucer and I’ll drive
Station 195
Right side up facing the break of day, words all be they and I’m OK
Down beat, and down size right in front of the guys eyes, a word shed, we just did
Ride, slide, glippidy glide in my head, whoa everything is so dead
The wood’s still bent in a cross, the wood still burns the loss
When you calculate the cost of the damage done, include everything under the sun
That was alive...195
Fall out on the ride, realize that the true state is dealing drugs like pesticide
Understand this ain’t what I’m feeling like
In fact, I think it’s the opposite, true rides would never end up on the same side
You’re still fried
Devil’s ride take it out high on the homicide, ocean sized, hypnotized
Station 195
Right side up, facing the break of day, words all be they and I’m OK
Down beat, and down size right in front of the guys eyes, a word shed, we just did
Ride, slide, glippidy glide in my head, whoa everything is so dead
The wood’s still bent in a cross, the wood still burns the loss
When you calculate the cost of the damage done, include everything under the sun
That was alive...195
You gotta save it in one form, another form is wrong
Not in touch with this song, a brief holiday
One day in the life, don’t pay no price
Stuck in the end my friend
Trip into the wall, disguise for personality
Raped by the fortune of knowing bad luck shines on my face that I’m showing
Recent news that the freak state is still alive
We’ll all hop in the saucer and I’ll drive
Station 195
Right side up facing the break of day, words all be they and I’m OK
Down beat, and down size right in front of the guys eyes, a word shed, we just did
Ride, slide, glippidy glide in my head, whoa everything is so dead
The wood’s still bent in a cross, the wood still burns the loss
When you calculate the cost of the damage done, include everything under the sun
That was alive...195
Fall out on the ride, realize that the true state is dealing drugs like pesticide
Understand this ain’t what I’m feeling like
In fact, I think it’s the opposite, true rides would never end up on the same side
You’re still fried
Devil’s ride take it out high on the homicide, ocean sized, hypnotized
Station 195
Right side up, facing the break of day, words all be they and I’m OK
Down beat, and down size right in front of the guys eyes, a word shed, we just did
Ride, slide, glippidy glide in my head, whoa everything is so dead
The wood’s still bent in a cross, the wood still burns the loss
When you calculate the cost of the damage done, include everything under the sun
That was alive...195
You gotta save it in one form, another form is wrong
Not in touch with this song, a brief holiday
One day in the life, don’t pay no price
Stuck in the end my friend