Standing on the curb wasting my life
waiting on a bus
the 36 was full and 13 was late
I think Ive had enough!!
standing in the grime that seat was mine
I said what the fuck!
pray to the gods they show me pitty
and beam me up
but I know Im 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 dont understand
I feel the battle rage
I feel the steel on my hands
I feel the wind on my face
I am not of this
Thank you god
for making me an alien
thank you god
for making me alright
Finally got myself a seat
by the homeless guy
whos been smoking crack
he said his name was Phil
and this was the bus hes going to hi-jack
I had to ask "what it be to much to drive me home?"
he said "where to?"
I didnt know
because Ive never never known
who are these people
I dont understand
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