Clouddead - This About The City lyrics

On our perpetual bus ride home, slowly We were all muzzle moutheded and Rushing ice cream to the fridge at the crib It's the same old new moon Gagging on the ABCs so on That our colons have for us Now back to the bus Enter three blacks. a couple plus another; His half finished hair: White yarn extensions of herself His face painted rainbow And bags on his hands Turned inside outside inside out The couple, in the bus belly air of punched out time Squirm with a static-starting laugh They laugh (ha ha ha ha ha) Standing for some nose-bitten high school status Sandblasted heteros**ual samples on a slide of gla** Don't they know you can't make somebody On the verge of such self discovery Feel uncomfortable? This whole busload of hydrogen, carbon, and secrets Umbilical doorbell to a-frame attachment, property Rights, poker face of the globe maker's daughter The whole empty zipped who*e house secrets All coming out of its face Full-faced mask with I-don't-want-to-say-soul Bottomed eyeholes Step out of your face And back onto the carbon Based bus you're on We got off the bus At 29th and broadway Same place we got on It kept going Nothing happened We wrote it down To give you eye holes f** the blindfold How much can a bus cost? Open your mouth or get off the bus We got off to save our groceries Feeling like we should have stayed For three more stops A man was died A baby born And heard a plane Flew over Broadway