Bus Song, The
I really fucking hate
The way the bus is always late
Except for when I really need it
Then it's early
Even more I really hate
The way they force people to pay
For something that should be a right
And not a service
I need to get home
And I need to get to school
And I don't wanna walk
Through the freezing, freezing rain
They want us to fill their vault
It's your bosses not your fault
We did not choose to be born
Into a pay-to-win system
Woah
Redistribute their wealth
Woah
If they refuse cut off their heads
Food's a human right
And you need it to survive
And we make more than enough
For all God's children
Landlords step aside
Let the homeless step inside
There is more than enough space
To house us all
To eat we have to work
Even though we didn't choose birth
I do not recall consenting
To the fees you are presenting
And to drink we have to pay
But we need it to survive a day
I did not choose to be born
Into a pay-to-live system
Woah
Redistribute their wealth
Woah
If they refuse cut off their heads
Woah
Seize the means, seize the means
Woah
If they refuse cut out their spleens
Can you hear the noise
From Moskva to Illinois
Do not fear to speak your voice
Fighting back is the only choice
Make them feel the heat
Let us gather in the streets
They can shackle our hands and feet
But our hearts will always beat
The way the bus is always late
Except for when I really need it
Then it's early
Even more I really hate
The way they force people to pay
For something that should be a right
And not a service
I need to get home
And I need to get to school
And I don't wanna walk
Through the freezing, freezing rain
They want us to fill their vault
It's your bosses not your fault
We did not choose to be born
Into a pay-to-win system
Woah
Redistribute their wealth
Woah
If they refuse cut off their heads
Food's a human right
And you need it to survive
And we make more than enough
For all God's children
Landlords step aside
Let the homeless step inside
There is more than enough space
To house us all
To eat we have to work
Even though we didn't choose birth
I do not recall consenting
To the fees you are presenting
And to drink we have to pay
But we need it to survive a day
I did not choose to be born
Into a pay-to-live system
Woah
Redistribute their wealth
Woah
If they refuse cut off their heads
Woah
Seize the means, seize the means
Woah
If they refuse cut out their spleens
Can you hear the noise
From Moskva to Illinois
Do not fear to speak your voice
Fighting back is the only choice
Make them feel the heat
Let us gather in the streets
They can shackle our hands and feet
But our hearts will always beat
Credits
Writer(s): Wijk Adam Magnus Noah
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