Songs For The Apocalypse: On A Bus

Zombies ride buses and take orders.

Liquor market

Lots of flats

Another 24-hour chemist Self-Serve gas

I said all these things serve me well

I said all these things serve me well

 

It’s hypnotizing It sends me to sleep

No one talks to anyone else

It’s frightening

Everybody’s minds are blank

Oh – oh hypnotizing

 

I’m always using you

When I’m out of cash

I stare through this window

On a bus, moving fast

I said all these things Serve me well

I said all these things Serve me well – yeah

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