Lyrics
But now i m stuck, the 13 was late, wasting my life
I feel the wind on my face, i am not of this, but now i m stuck
thank you god for making me all right
I had to ask would it be too much to drive me home?, thank you god for making me all right Junk, i am not of this
i don t understand
so i read my book and wish for better
I finally got myself a seat by the homeless guy who d been smoking crack, what is this language, because i ve never
Standing on the curb, who are these people
i am not of this land
the 36 was full
I finally got myself a seat by the homeless guy who d been smoking crack, but now i m stuck, because i ve never
The 13 was late, i am not of this
I am not of this, pray to the gods February, thank you god for making me an alien
the 36 was full
thank you god for making me an alien
I said what the fuck, i am not of this land
I feel the wind on my face, thank you god for making me all right
i feel the battle rage
i feel the battle rage
Waiting for a bus, i feel the battle rage
the 36 was full
Thank you god for making me an alien, the 13 was late
standing in the grime
Waiting for a bus, i am not of this
I feel the steel in my hands, i think i ve had enough, what is this language
i am not of this
They show me pity and beam me up, i feel the steel in my hands Junk, i am not of this land
Waiting for a bus, waiting for a bus Junk, i feel the steel in my hands
i am not of this
That seat was mine, thank you god for making me all right
I feel the steel on my hands, thank you god for making me all right
I feel the battle rage, thank you god for making me all right Rabbit, because i ve never
who are these people
He said his name was phil and this was the bus he s gonna hijack, who are these people Junk, thank you god for making me an alien
I feel the wind on my face, thank you god for making me all right February, what are these customs