Don’t change Slip through the dust As the bus Pulls away from where the magical child starts I’ve got a comic in the middle And the sands set The stories will shape this ship And offer you So gather round Just four more stops again We’ll reach our teachers Calling at the end Expect that foulest call Doubt is not as lovely I see the driver in the glass This car will never pass While they’re standing There’s no standing The 5-year-olds eat their fruit Soiled in the seats When attention And short attention spans The boy who sweats in his glass His tension part Of a precept Who’s calling where’s my baby doll Larry the fuck Just lost all his teeth To a cavity In the basement (Aaa hoooooo x 2) Pick a place and sit alone Too fast to fret the courses And who’ll fuck the likes of race Hold up there? And when then they finally fall Her eyes are sorry for But what are we waiting for Way uptight In fast cars Just always waiting for And watch the paintings through The bells are clock twister Soldiers in their boldness The bully grabs at my back Pushes too fast For the pain goes In pain now The driver pushes the gas Escapes kinda fast So he spins back Got his attention now Hit the brakes if we slide And his head hits the side And he screams out Creeps out, “I’ll take you on.” Then he grabs me in dreadfuls And the looks on his chestfuls And my head thinks No match son And then there’s the stop And Sarah climbs in She says Tommy There’s a hole in Tim He laughs in his place She spits in his face She says “Tommy You leave my boy alone Everybody came down just to see me leaving Baby take my hand away can’t you see I’m happy When the story’s mine I think I’ll tell it different It’s a shame to hear the sound When the penny hit the ground And I want to go back home When does this bus leave?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
