The Jazz Butcher - Angel Station

from the album  Waiting For The Love Bus


It's the coldest night of the year in our town.
Here at the back of the night they don't even bother to advertise.
Warm and softly brutalised by sweet saturation.
We turn our backs on the world outside for high considerations.

Like the lies we believed because we wanted to.
And all the lies we told.
And Angel Station is still closed.

Unfair or unfortunate.
Here at the back of the night I'm not sure, []? or care.
You want a human interest story?
Wanna get down underneath?
Ah everything you pick it on a human interest story,
You'll just end up losing teeth.

'Coz there are lies you believe because you wish them true
And there are lies you're told.
And Angel Station is still closed.
Angel Station is still closed.

Ah there are lies you believed because you wanted to.
And all the lies you told.
Now Angel Station is still closed.
Angel Station is still closed.

Yeah the chicken's coming home
But the station is still closed.
Ah they're all coming home
But the station is still closed.

This station's closed.