Gaskrankinstation

My name's Ivan. My occupation? Well I've been working tenty years at the gaskrankinstation downtown. I love the cars, y'know Without me they wouldn't go very far I like the smell I like my work But my wife, she makes me feel like such a jerk when I can't Get it up Sometimes I look at her and I don't feel anybody in there. I got a cat. Called Ed. Aw, he's a vicious little bugger when it comes to being fed. I got a tv set or two But we'll have to get a man in 'cause one of them blew up Maybe. One day. I might just take up the piano again, but aw, you know. What the hell. Most of the time everything is just swell around here. I got a couple of friends and they're both called Dave, y'know, Sometimes those guys just dunno how to behave. They get drunk and boy you just can't take 'em anywhere. But my wife, Don't approve And she keeps on asking me when we're gonna move. Why can't we have a child? Sometimes I wonder why I never managed to knock some sense into her. Aw, shit. You know what I'm talking about. As long as my heart keeps thumpin' I guess I'll keep on pumpin' gas. Sometimes I wonder If there really is a God. But when I walk Home from work Well I usually go by that big new church, And that young priest's eyes are shining bright. I look but I don't see anybody in there. At night. I watch the news. But I like the lady newsreader more than the reviews of the day. What are they on about? I wish I knew all the facts. But I'm much too tired to think, And my head is looking down from the edge of a brink That's my body. Sometimes I sit in myself and I don't feel anybody in there.