This Is My Stop Songtext
von The Slugs

I always seem to throw aside my good routine
As if I didn′t know what all this silence means
Between looking for the flashing light on the phone machine
And my malicious mailbox that stays oh so clean

This is my style
This is my style

Well I have seen your open trapdoor policy
And I found that it would never get the best of me
Still I offered it a Sunday silver tray for tea
Just to have it handed mangled Monday back to me

This is my style
This is my style


Hush little baby now don't say a word
It′s too late
Hush little baby I've already heard
It's too late
Yeah it′s too late

Well the past wasn′t perfect and the present is tense
For a first person singular without a good defense
But I'm reading all those letters now and it all makes sense
And I′m filing up the lessons now with each experience

This is my style
This is my style

Oh this, yeah this is my style
Oh this is my style