"Sleazy Night on a Bus" genre: Experimental/Post Rock
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	Song about working grave shift hours in the South of Market District and what went through my mind while taking the 14 Mission bus to work at 11pm on a Sunday night.
	Story Behind the Song I was depressed working Sundays from 9pm to 4am. This song captures the feeling of working such horrible hours. Lyrics A Sleazy Night, Sunday, I'm not home, I have to work, It's well beyond my control, I have no dough, And the cold day won't accept me, I pass a bar, They all look so very lonely, You have to learn, Your pretty eyes seduce me, There was a time, When my innocence got to me, A pretty face, Was always bound to hurt me, A-punch-in, Starts slightly before midnight, Watch the bums, Watch the bums, Watch the dead bums drink their wine, and slowly roll away, Told me once upon a time, That I was too young for her, and everything said nothing's there, and I was so damn low, punchin' away, watch the dead bums drink their wine, watch the dumb bums drunks their wine, I join them everyday at 9 to 5, Did you ever care if they'd walk away? Cause here I go, oooooh, been there a long time, does that ever say of what you're made? slowly roll away I'm so damn dead, I think everything's up my head? Were you so beguiled when your parents said that you were not dead? It's the end of night, and it's a sleazy night on a bus....... Leave me alone.... (wish I could leave)

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