Grand Mal

You are a bus to Chicago
Whose bathroom is crowded and damp
You stopped in Youngstown, Ohio
And gave me a minor leg cramp

Next stop, downtown Cleveland
A break for an hour and a half
I hope we end up near a restaurant
With a cheerful and generous staff

Chicago, I hope you are pretty
Decently priced and clean
Because one day, I might commit to you
And turn dear Morgantown green

Feel like walkin' in the wrong direction
Round a blind corner with me
Feel like breakin' a brick on the sidewalk
When the fog is too thick to breathe

Feel like shoving a carcass in the doorway
Whatever will stop the works
And keep the employees from doing their jobs
Who knew this efficiency'd hurt?