Standing on the curb wasting my life Waiting for a bus 36 was late, the 13 was full I think I've had enough Standing in the grime that seat was mine I said what the fuck Pray to the gods they show me pity And beam me up But now I'm stuck So I read my book and wish for better, better luck
Who are these people What are these customs What is this language I don't understand
I feel the battle rage I feel the steel in(on) my hands I feel the wind in my face I am not of this
Thank you god For making me an Alien Thank you god For making me all right
Finally got myself a seat By the homeless guy Who's been smoking crack He said his name was Phil And this was the bus he's going to hijack I had to ask, "Would it be too much To drive me home?" He said, "Where to?" I didn't know Because I've never, never known
Who are these people I don't understandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
