Dare to commit a crime and you run the risk of spending day after day in a tiny space for hours and hours on end. So if you work in a tiny hot railway coffee kiosk then it's not much of a deterrent. This song started as a short story, but stories aren't my forte unless I make them rhyme and put a tune to them. So it ended up as a song.

I work in a coffee kiosk where the trains all stop
At the railway station I would fill your coffee cup
There's barely room to breathe in here this kiosk hems me in
With steam for oxygen the sweat it coats my skin

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That's why I opted for a life of crime
That's why I took the risk of doing time
Cos when the stakes so low
You got nothing to lose and everything to gain now

I always played it by the rules, I played it by the book
What good did it do me? Well just come and take a look
I used to be a craftsman but my craft's now out of date
No one needs me anymore this kiosk is my fate

And so the police caught me and I'm stuck here in this jail
You might regard me and conclude that I did fail
But when they let me out of here, the day they set me free
I'll find my money is still waiting there for me