Through the windows of a bus The sun shines through As you slip and slide on your roller blades Down the centre of the street You carve your name But what's that all about anyway And as you cut between the cars You kind of fade away And disappear into camouflage But what else have you to express Beyond the way you dress Is there no dark cloud hanging over you Your image precedes you I know where that leads to You should have learned that long ago You think that everyone's a fool It's not your fault that you're so cool 'Cause the shadow machine of the cityscape But on the bus, they must relax Because they're free from all attacks With the torn up stubs from yesterday But you're just like one of those girls Modeling their curls Display case reflections And silver spoons You're so well trained So left-brained That you can't even smile When an unleashed dog Starts to follow you You said that everyone's a fool It's not your fault that you're so cool 'Cause the shadow machine of the cityscape But on the bus, we must relax Because we're free from all attacks Of torn out stubs from yesterday