[Verse 1]
Shore to shore, got some land between
Island life is living from a cup of broken queens
Hit the jackpot rolling through a pipe dream in a knot
And I'm missing what was pissing up the wall that I forgot
I forgot, I forgot
[Verse 2]
I am the bus driver, give me some grace
You've never seen me and you don't know my face
She was no Hattie Carroll; it was cold, it was blue
And it only happened despite me or you
Me or you, me or you
[Verse 3]
Smoking paper in the crimson flashing bars
Drinking cocktail wine or cottage cream and passing strangers' cars
Live in one-room housing with a roof to meet the sky
Spelling, 'Jesus won't you please us 'cos you seem a damn nice guy
A damn nice guy, damn nice guy
[Verse 4]
We listened to passengers stamping old songs
And we lose what's to lose when you haven't done wrong
Drums too slow for a funeral beat
No strumming of strings and no stamping of feet
Of feet, of feet
Shore to shore, got some land between
Island life is living from a cup of broken queens
Hit the jackpot rolling through a pipe dream in a knot
And I'm missing what was pissing up the wall that I forgot
I forgot, I forgot
[Verse 2]
I am the bus driver, give me some grace
You've never seen me and you don't know my face
She was no Hattie Carroll; it was cold, it was blue
And it only happened despite me or you
Me or you, me or you
[Verse 3]
Smoking paper in the crimson flashing bars
Drinking cocktail wine or cottage cream and passing strangers' cars
Live in one-room housing with a roof to meet the sky
Spelling, 'Jesus won't you please us 'cos you seem a damn nice guy
A damn nice guy, damn nice guy
[Verse 4]
We listened to passengers stamping old songs
And we lose what's to lose when you haven't done wrong
Drums too slow for a funeral beat
No strumming of strings and no stamping of feet
Of feet, of feet
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