Lyrics:
Sleep Station Cold Again

late Back in '92 (you remember Juice son?) I buc tose and got live General Emanuel Cell block cold crop Go bagged up yeah by cream cop (FUCK THE WORLD) The way the world cold

will wag at me. The money whe will take me. A misery, she'll make from me... ...I think I'd better thing it out again! A wife you can keep, anyway I'd rather sleep

going insane My mind is on vacation Lack of conversation I'm like a radio with static on every station Still I wanna know will I be normal again You

I'm going insane My mind is on vacation, lack of conversation I'm like a radio, with static on every station Still I wanna know, will I be normal again

On the Third Day, yo I heard she was frontin Drinkin Balentine Ale's, forties, and smokin on the blunts an' On the Fourth Day, yo she cold did some other

rat I dont resist arrest, Handcuffed and packed in the back On my way to the station, Wat they dont know wont hurt ????????????????????????????? the pigs the jerks Stopped at the station

need home for a rest Take me home The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb The spirits we drank now ghosts in the room I'm knackered again, come on sleep

and then Spanky Froggy and with Idi, drink the Tetley Tea leaves I kick the style to make a blind man see again Drop [unverified], that's like [unverified] again

so you can go to sleep [Chorus] Yes you can go to sleep Yes you can go to sleep So you can go to sleep So you can go to sleep Good night, good night