Self Serve Gas Station

Another trucker stumbles up the steps into my kiosk for directions
Too wasted to see the map I’m showing him
He wanted to bust the glass… 'cause I wouldn’t give him gas--
I said, «You shouldn’t even be driving
Just take a nap until the morning time and hit the road.»
I wish I had a pistol just to take him down with myself
What the hell?
No one said this would be easy…
But no one said this would be hell
Mom and Dad are selfless… and they don’t do nothing worthless
They just work all day and worry about their son:
«What went wrong with Martin? Is he dumb?»
I just pump gas every weekday night
Until the sun comes up like missiles… to my brain
You never said this would be hell
Oh… with all the colors in closed eyes:
Blue and black of veins all bleed to one
Come with me tonight… To say that this is anything
Is saying much too much
Let’s go
I see the sun is bleeding
The morning time has come… It’s not that bad
Oh, no
No one said it would be king-like
But no one said I could be had!