Verse 1? Pressure
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Early morn, train station, aching from the arthritis,
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This war veteran knows what a hard time is,
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He needs his pension, dementia and half blind is,
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The reason he rides the train with no car license,
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So he boards with an expired ticket has a swipe,
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Gets a fine cos the change he got don¡¯t add up right,
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We¡¯re talking about a man that never lived a lavished life,
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Caught up in the age of computer chips and satellites,
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A lovely lady boards looking tired and half awake,
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He smiles, she reminds him of his wife that passed away,
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She says something as she walks right past his way,
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His old hearing aid don¡¯t last quite half the day,
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Some young gentlemen alive with their laughter,
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Approach the old timer and put a knife to his heart to,
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Explain that money or bloods the price of their barter,
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To a man whose friends probably died for their fathers.
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Chorus
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Whatever it takes can justify,
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Whatever ends we make, whatever the price,
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Till the end of a life is just an observation,
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So take a ride we¡¯re stopping all stations.
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Verse 2 ? Pressure
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It¡¯s been a long night the suns lifting on a cold,
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Morning but she¡¯s drugged and drunk tripping on her stroll,
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On the way home, she¡¯s done stripping on a pole,
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But she can¡¯t pay for her son living on the dole,
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Jumps a train puts on her gloves she¡¯s wearing black,
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Being watched by some old mug she¡¯s glaring back,
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She¡¯s on edge and got the bug from sharing smack,
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So she says, ¡°Hey, what the fuck you staring at?¡±
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He smiles, an unsteady hand rubs on his dome,
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She takes a seat, a messy band of ruffs board alone,
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To the digger with a machete at his lungs and he¡¯s prone,
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He can barely stand but ready to stand up for his own,
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She tries to help him she doesn¡¯t choose to flee the car,
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And catches a blow with enough bruise to leave a scar,
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She starts fainting, the rooms moving and seeing stars,
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Ain't it amazing how courageous human beings are?
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Chorus
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Whatever it takes can justify,
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Whatever ends we make, whatever the price,
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Till the end of a life is just an observation,
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So take a ride we¡¯re stopping all stations.
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Verse 3 - Suffa
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He knows nothing but hard work and scraping by,
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Looking for a purse or wallet so he can make a buy,
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He hasn't been on the nod since this morning,
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He needs to touch the face of God, his skin it's just crawling
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These peeps are sheep, time to fleece the market,
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Jumps a train with some friends, sees an easy target,
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An old man hard hit by age, fainthearted,
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The kid pulls a knife like let's get started,
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Come on,
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A girl steps he's like eat the carpet,
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Laughs with his friends like she's retarded,
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The old man stepped and swept the assailant
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Off his feet, his head connected with the railing,
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You're weak the old man said as the kid lay recovering,
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Blubbering, get to your feet I'll tell you another thing
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A real man never lays his hands on a woman,
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A real man would know that, no surprise that you wouldn't,
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I didn't fight in two wars just so forty years later,
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You'd have the freedom to rob me on the train, this behaviour
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Doesn't fit with what I gave this country so cut me,
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Won't live another day in a world that's so ugly.
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So take a ride,
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Coz we're stopping all stations.
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Stopping All Stations Restrung
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