Intro
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The next train to Adelaide will depart from platform one, stopping all stations
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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 taking about a man who never lived a lavish 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¡¯s reminds him of his wife that past 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 a 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 blood 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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To the end of a life, it¡¯s 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 with 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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Aint 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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To the end of a life, it¡¯s just an observation,
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So take a ride we¡¯re stopping all stations.
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Verse 3 ? Pressure
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He knows nothing but toil, strife and hard yakka,
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Pissed at the world for playing wife in a slammer,
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This man was never given a life on a damn platter,
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So he jumps a train with knife and bandanna,
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Boys at his back, sleazy, hardened and far,
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From giving a fuck, an easy target his mark,
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He sees an old man and says ¡°See we¡¯ll part with your hard,
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Earned cash or rest in peace we can start with your heart.???
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Some girl steps not afraid she¡¯s gonna cop it sweet,
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And gets decked before she made it even on her feet,
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The old man leaped to her aid and to his horror he¡¯d,
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Thrusted his chest into the blade of his robber s piece,
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He grabbed the wallet, dropped the knife as he fled the car,
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Concerned about the loss of life he¡¯d never went this far,
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What¡¯s done is done, he¡¯d got the prize and he¡¯d spent his half,
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Of two dollars in change and a pension card.
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Stopping all Stations
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Hilltop Hoods |