Government Center Lyrics - More Late Night Transmissions With Jaya The Cat - Jaya The Cat

Caught the twelve thirty from ashmont station 

32 ounces with the rum mixed in 

God knows I need it with the way I've been living 

Self medicated, chemical salvation 

Afternoon show up at central station 

When the music hits I don't feel no pain 

Now I'm outside in the cold again trying to find my way 

The sun is setting in the combat zone 

The streets are empty all the bars are closed 

And I'm walking thru government center 

Trying to find my way back home 

Dodging the cops at the ATMs 

Three third hand suits and a record collection 

From late night raids on the salvation army bins 

Whatever god I pray to must be broke as me 

Got a busted 4 track and a dead end job 

Up at the downs on friday trying to make it pay off 

On a twelve to one, but I got shut out 

Man I'd be late to my own fuckin' funeral 

Read the headlines passing out of town news 

Says the world is still fucked and run by fools 

And it don't seem to matter which drugs you use 

It still turns out the same 

This record spins the same old song 

The speaker's blown and the needle's worn 

Don't matter nothing in the end 

They say when you leave 

You can never go home again.