| Song | Self Serve Gas Station |
| Artist | Rheostatics |
| Album | Whale Music |
| 作曲 : Tielli | |
| Martin Tielli | |
| 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! |
| zuò qǔ : Tielli | |
| Martin Tielli | |
| 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 kinglike, | |
| But no one said I could be had! |