Art Rush - Instant Bond текст песни

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Met a guy waiting for the 501 on Mardi Gras night
And stuck to the wall of a net cafe
Was an autographed poster of porn star Nikki Jayne
That someone had nicked from a porn shop
And stuck up on a random wall

I rolled it up to take it home
and struck up a conversation
We talked for a while and the bus went past
So we legged it to Central Station
And this guy and I were the last two people
on the final 501 that night
So there was some kind of instant bond
For the bus trip's duration
And it very quickly turned into a D&M

He told me he worked as an escort
But not what you're thinking
He said, I just hung around with a guy tonight
For a hundred bucks an hour
I don't get a lot of work but damn, it pays good
The rest of the time I'm a pastry chef
Six days a week I'm a pastry chef

He told me, I don't tell many people this
As we crossed the G'Ville bridge
My mom's been very sick for years
I've been looking after my two younger sisters
since I was fifteen
Paying rent, buying food, keeping the lights on
Paying rent, buying food, keeping the lights on
I said, Sounds like a real man to me
I admire a man with responsibility
And I wish I had your guts
And he said thanks, and then it was my stop

Then a few days later I ran into the same guy
when I was at work
He said hi and I said hi but we had nothing to say
And so we parted ways
Cause the instant bond was gone
The instant bond was gone