Rabbit Junk February War
Standing on the curb, wasting my life, wait for a bus
The 36 was full the 13 was late, I think I've had
enough
Standing in the corr, that seat was mine, I said what
the f..ck
Pray to the gods they show me pity and beam me up,
but I know I'm stuck so I read my book I wish for
better, better luck!
Who are these people, what are these customs, what is
this language, I don’t understand
I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I
feel the wind on my face, I am not of this
Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god,
for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an
alien, thank you god, for making me alright
I finally got myself a seat, by the homeless guy, who
been smoking crack,
He said his name was Phil and this was the bus he’s
gonna hi-jack,
I had to ask would it be too much to drive me home, he
said where to I didn’t know because I've never ever
known.
Who are these people? I don’t understand!
I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I
feel the wind on my face, I am not of this
Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god,
for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an
alien, thank you god, for making me alright
I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I
feel the wind on my face, I am not of this land
I feel the battle rage, I feel the steel in my hands, I
feel the wind on my face, I am not of this!
Thank you god, for making me an alien, thank you god
for making me alright, thank you god, for making me an
alien, thank you god, for making me alright
Yea eh eh eh, GO!
