one of those nights i was waiting for the hornone of those nights i was out sleeping in the corn   one of those nights, my fingers tight up in my hair   one of those nights i was naked square, descending stairs      we're digging for minor gold   we've all got a line on hold      that ain't no busstop, just a shelter from the rain   that ain't no busstop, just a shelter from the rain   ain't no bus stopping here,   ain't no ticket that'll get you anywhere   ain't no bus stopping here,   ain't no ticket      just a hood, just a could   just a tiny man out in the universe   just a hood, some kind of midget man   just a tiny hood, well, that ain't no      that ain't no busstop, just a shelter from the rain   that ain't no busstop, just a shelter from the rain   last time i saw a bus stopping there was way back in 1973   somebody got paid to put it there,   somebody will get paid to tare it back down      where is the sucker that told me this was a busstop?   i don't think it is,   i'm quite sure it ain't,   no, this ain't no busstop   i don't see no bus stopping around here   and my eyes are not mistaken, i'm bright   i don't see no bus,   i don't see no bus, just a tiny little little hood      that ain't no busstop, just a shelter from the rain   that ain't no busstop, just a shelter from the rain   just 2 square meters of concrete ment to divert your attention   from the bus that ain't stopping there,   from the people that ain't waiting there      that ain't no busstop, just a shelter from the rain   that ain't no busstop, just a shelter for your pain