"What's the matter?"
"I can't fucking breathe"

Twelve packs of Marlboro Reds
Twelve packs of Marlboro Blues
Rodney, oh, Rodney
I'm so blue when I leave
And don't find your number on my receipt
Won't you let me take a drag off your
Your York Imperial with no filter?
Extra length, I'd bet
Oh, gas station clerk

Why can't you fill my tank?
Like you fill my heart?
When you ring me up
For twenty-four packs of Marlboro Heavies
Twenty-four packs of Marlboro Blues
Oh, Rodney
I see you in the night shift looking like you hate your life
The light in your eyes has long departed
You're sustained entirely by cans of Monster
Oh, gas station clerk
When will you tell me anything other than... "that'll be twelve ninety-nine"

I went to smoke outside your gas station
And so did you
Love sparked like my lighter when you asked me for a smoke
Oh, oh

Oh, gas station clerk
Rodney
At least that's what your name tag says
We can share our cigarettes
We can share our lighters
Together forever

"Oh, you poor thing"
"Oh my, here, let me— let me catch your lung"
"Heh heh heh... oh, God"
"Geez"
"Uh, my sister and I, we both smoke and we both have asthma. So there are some mornings that before you can have your first cigarette, you have to take a blast off the inhaler or you can't even light your cigarette"
"Heh, so, do your lungs hurt, or what?"
"They hurt bad... oh, God it hurts"

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When she is not performing at your local gas station or yearning for Rodney the gas station clerk, you will likely find Stanky Higgins hotboxing a bus shelter near you.

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