Whistles In The Bag

Hundred Million Martians

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Apathy kicks in real good,
the best drug you've had that's true
Why waste time on going out anymore
And it gets harder every time
to pretend that I don't mind it at all
A lack of faith, a lack of trust
And from us a lack of lust

This is my stop, thanks a lot
This is where I get off
How much do I owe, what's the cost
I would like to stay, but I think not
I'll put my whistles in the bag and fuck off

Ten people in, five people on
no-one's paid everyone goes home
Ain't life grand when you're so unknown
That no-one knows you when you're on your own
A lack of hope, a lack of love
And from me, all above

This is my stop...

Well, I guess that I could say
that you'll be sorry someday
but I'm not sure anymore
that that day will ever come

This is my stop...