There's a touch o' rain to greet the train
Where it coughs up all its contents on the town ...
From near & far they'll hug the bar
And the talk gets cheap and nasty by the hour ...
The only kiss they'd ever cared for was the bottle,
And they'll fall into a methylated love until whenever ...
To run from your shadows half the battle,
Nd they'll sit & mutter bitter little words about the weather ...
Or whatever ...
And the bus floor bottles ring
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
And I can't feel a thing beneath me ...
Though he combs the bins for empty tins
They say that he's got a fortune stashed away ...
And when they toss him out that means
The boss is in, or else they'd let him stay
The rain rolls down the window, falls like shells on the horizon
Giving rise to all his memories of home
Where sirens aren't such pretty things and the fear so paralysin'
It could turn the air you breathe into stone ...
And the bus floor bottles ring
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
And I can't feel a thing beneath me ...
And the bus floor bottles ring
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
And I can't feel a thing beneath me ...
The kids run feral up & down the street
And meet their friends for life, or so they swear ...
And the bright young man sings 'Kick the can', w
Alking hand in hand with his love to god knows where ...
She says 'this is killin' me, i
T's been for a year or three,
I've gotta get away, good luck, take care' ...
'Cause the wind'll rattle and the wind'll roar, b
Ut the shit'll only settle at the poor folks door 'round here ...
'I swear'
And the bus floor bottles ring
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
And I can't feel a thing beneath me ...
And the bus floor bottles ring
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
And I can't feel a thing beneath me ...
And the bus floor bottles ring
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
And I can't feel a thing
And the bus floor bottles ring
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
And I can't feel a thing beneath me!