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Lyrics from the Charlestown CD

9.) Angina

Hey, Angina
Would ya, Would ya, Would ya
Go out with me
Hey, Angina
A smile from you would
warm my heart gratefully

I never wanted, I never needed
I never wanted a friend.
Anyway.

Hey, Angina
Do you think me and you
Could still be friends
Hey, Angina
You smile at me as if
I was insane

I never wanted, I never needed
I never wanted a friend.
Anyway.

Angina, Angina
Angina, Angina

Listen to: Angina

10.) Subway Station

You fall asleep, I kick you up
Subway Station you won’t get up.
It’s time to go home, it’s past last call.
Sit and stare at Sheridan Square
Platform pacing on the yellow line
Stand clear of the yellow line

Looking down the black tunnel.
There’s free will, I want a train
There’s no headlights, can’t see a thing.
You wait and you wait and you wait and pray.
Platform pacing on the yellow line
There’s a train on the downtown side.

I’m just a rat in a habitrail
I’m just a rat can’t you see my tail
Subway Station, Destiny, Destination.

Looking down the black tunnel.
You wake up and you say what’s wrong
We don’t need this train,
We’ll stay out all night
Buy some wedges take a ferry ride
Drink some beers and watch the sunrise.
I didn’t tell you I heard a train.

I’m just a rat in a habitrail
I’m just a rat can’t you see my tail.
Subway Station, Destiny, Destination.

Listen to: Subway Station

11.) Angela

She stood there
Without a thought, without a care.
I asked her, her name.
She said it softly, like a refrain
to a certain song I knew,
I forgot the words, I got confused.

Angela

She stood there
I turned my eyes as not to stare
To steal a glance
On second thought,
if given the chance to steal away
I don't know her
But I got her name

Angela

Listen to: Angela

12.) Cliche'

I sit on my porch on a hot summer day.
I have a lap, I don't have a name.
Call me Pudge, or call me Sam.
Another day, I don't give a damn.

The jet planes fly in from the Atlantic.
I eat my food, and I stare at the waves.
I'm kinda beat, I'll take a nap.
Another day, I don't give a crap.

Cliche' Cliche' Cliche'

The cars on Shore Drive drown out the waves.
The moon rises at the edge of the sea.
Call me Pudge, or call me Sam.
Cliche' day, I don't give a damn.

Cliche' Cliche' Cliche'

Listen to: Cliche'

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