Bus
It seems to us you’re just fueling up your bus
That carries only your possessions
No room for anything else
You’re full of it
Loaded down with all your deceptions
There is no question of front or back
Today Ms. Rosa won’t have to ask
Ain’t nobody riding on this bus
It’s just full of shit
With this driver up front
He won’t stop for anything but his greed
If it’s what he needs
That bus will screech to a halt
Gobble everything up
And leaving nothing behind but the bill
Of rights and wrongs never to balance
This bus just keeps on truckin’
Fueled by us
We build the roads and wave on the sides
Hell, we built the bus for us to ride
Unknowingly it seems we perpetuate this dream
That we may someday ride for free
But don’t you see
He will never stop for us
Because he don’t want us on his bus
He just wants to fuel it up
On our energy
~
DBrown Fisher
© Dec 31, 2004
