Only Losers Take the Bus

Let’s go down, kiss the plough
Public system--burn down!
and let memory fade--nothing is wrong
Only losers take the bus
Only losers take the bus
Churchill was a shopping bag (Goldrush almighty!)
Can you draw the Chinese flag? (Goldrush almighty!)
It’s three blue lines and six dahlias
Paris is in India (Goldrush almighty!)
Let’s go down on my friends
All alone, we descend
Plastic food, TV--Take your eyes off of me!
Only losers take the bus
Only losers take the bus
I hate misunderstandings
Hey, get these dead bodies off my racetrack!
And we cry out with joy as we drive through the rain
and our enemies claw from every goddamn side
Only losers take the bus…
Only losers, only losers, only losers take the bus
I’m no loser, I’m a letch! Protect me! Protect me!
I’m not one of them, I’m not one of them, I’m not one of them…