Don’t change   slip through the dust   as the bus   pulls away from where the magical child starts   I’ve got a comic in the middle   and the sands set   the stories will shape this ship   and offer you   so gather round   just four more stops again   we’ll reach our teachers   calling at the end   expect that foulest call   doubt is not as lovely   I see the driver in the glass   this car will never pass   while they’re standing   there’s no standing   the five year olds eat their fruit   soiled in the seats   when attention   and short attention spans   the boy who sweats in his glass   his tension part   of a precept   who’s calling where’s my babydoll   Larry the fuck   just lost all his teeth   to a cavity   in the basement   (aaa hoooooo x 2)   pick a place and sit alone   too fast to fret the courses   and who’ll fuck the likes of race   hold up there?      and when then they finally fall   her eyes are sorry for   but what are we waiting for   way uptight      In fast cars   just always waiting for   and watch the paintings through      the bells are clock twister   soldiers in their boldness   the bully grabs at my back   pushes too fast   for the pain goes   in pain now   the driver pushes the gas   escapes kinda fast   so he spins back   got his attention now   hit the brakes if we slide   and his head hits the side   and he screams out   creeps out "i’ll take you on"   then he grabs me in dreadfuls   and the looks on his chestfuls   and my head thinks   no match son   and then there’s the stop   and Sarah climbs in   she says   Tommy   there’s a hole in Tim   he laughs in his place   she spits in his face   she says "Tommy   you leave my boy alone   everybody came down just to see me leaving   baby take my hand away can’t you see i’m happy   when the story’s mine I think I’ll tell it different   it’s a shame to hear the sound   when the penny hit the ground   and i want to go back home   when does this bus leave?"