Nightbus

The drunks and the tourists, the tarts and old men
Wheelers and dealers are at it again
The greys and the queens who gossip and bitch
Brutes and brutes all up in a stitch
This is the night bus home
This is the night bus home
This is the night bus home
This is the night bus home
The whizz drains and piss streams run on the floors
Fingers and vomit are clogging the door
Sweating bodies packed like sardines
Two hundred languages govern the scene
This is the night bus home
This is the night bus home
This is the night bus home
This is the night bus home
Sweat-ridden bodies packed like sardines
Two hundred languages govern the scene
Chanting a sing-along more like scream
I just want to get home you know what I mean
This is the night bus home
This is the night bus home
This is the night bus home
This is the night bus home