The Gas Station Attendant Lyrics

Stop telling me to come outside, its ugly and cold,
And carrying a fragrance of acetone
Quickly moving along on a northbound wind.


And covering the tracks behind was the town pride and joy
A boxer boy who was on the rise
to stardom, to fame, and to glory.

He fought his way to a national bought
But one wrong punch and he was out on the floor
They had to carry him out the door.

6 months later he worked at the gas station
Filling the cars with petroleum
So they could head off on their way.


and they smiled and kissed his cheeks and showered him with praise
as he pumped their cars till the fuel gauge read, in lightly glowing letters
god anywhere but here
god anywhere but here


He sat all day outside On a white plastic bleached bone
skeleton chair. With the smell petrol filling his weary eyes
With tears and cries of get me out of here

I want to trade corpses with you,
he cried at a grave,
because the dead have no slaves.

and they smiled and kissed his cheeks and showered him with praise
as he pumped their cars till the fuel gauge read, in lightly glowing letters
god anywhere but here
god anywhere but here