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The Ticket Puncher - Mick Harvey
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The Ticket Puncher Mick Harvey

The Ticket Puncher - Mick Harvey
I'm the ticket puncher at Lilas
To whom the passengers pay no regard
There’s no sunshine in this Metro station
A strange vacation
To kill the boredom in my vest
I've extracts from Readers Digest
And this book says to me
That life is just a ball in Miami
And all the while I'm working like a slave
Down in this cave
They say work’s better than the dole
But all day long I just make holes

I punch holes, little holes, then more little holes
Little holеs, little holes, always little holеs
I make second-class holes
And punch first-class holes
I punch holes, little holes, then more little holes
Little holes, little holes, always little holes
Little holes, little holes
Little holes, little holes

I'm the ticket puncher at Lilas
For Invalides you change at Opera
I live down in the bowels of this here planet
I have in my head
A carnival of confetti
It even gets between my sheets
Under this white tile sky
The only things that shine are exit signs
At times I dream I go into a daze
And in the haze
The railway platform is a quay
A boat is coming to get me
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