[Intro]
(round... round... round...)
I'm uh... here for the bus...?
(...are you sure?)
[Verse 1]
A corpse asked me if I saw his dead dreams
And I told him last week when I stepped on them in the red street
[Sigh]
Butterknife grace
Bleeds said hopes
Mumbled sorry, slow grind, continue;
He keeps asking if I red soles
[Well do you?]
I confess it
I want to save everyone but I'm dyslexic
[Sigh]
Head of the new movement
A cut above you clueless--no, that's a laugh
Scarlet grin drawn across the apple
Body walking in two opposite paths;
Dead man crawling
Sidewalks packaged deluxe, scrape Devil's heel, intoxicate some
Broke secondfoot, can't thaw the turkey, check watch, gaze once
Heel outcast
Limp pedestrian, bus for invertebrates, stop and wait
Under
Raining caterpillars who can't tolerate lactose
Humming bird over lost city radio, legs flappin bold
Fall and splat
Pickpockets arrest cardiacs, draft white chalk aristocrats
Bull's diaper break fast...
...Rotisserie skelethon, take one, too hot to taste, sizzle mellow, fizzing mold telethon
Loveseat-starched vultures tune in, wings virgin mobile
Same everyday, be self-scarce
So after good mourning exercise, I catch the zero nine to elsewhere
[Hook]
And that's why I ride the
Bus...
Bus, Bus Bus Bus Bus, (x2)
All aboard...
[Verse 2]
The wheels on the bus go round and a thousand miles per disregard, passenger rag-doll, face-prints decorate glass walls
Driver skeleton, wrist twisting quick, whip steering sharp, coach drifts
Bloody murder brake shriek
Skid, clear through rock, body flops, break things, market store caves in
Outside the kids stay, stare... paused and bland, bleak analog faces--
Sketetal wide lean, greased axel, wheels spiraling sketching a tire streak
Streets passing underneath, static concrete bleak channel
Mute the world;
Seat for seat flooded, one-track bus, volume turns--
Skull's winking at myself, miming engine sounds, outside, they follow, glare
But I paid dues--its not fare
[Hook]
And that's why I ride the
Bus...
Bus, Bus Bus Bus Bus, (x2)
All aboard...